Dion, the young Agriche stood at the top of a high cliff, the wind whipping around him, He gazed out at the vast expanse of land after a war that he had won. He was tall, muscular, and exuded an air of dangerous charisma, his eyes flashing red with a wild intensity as he surveyed the horizon. Dion who came out on top, his hand is covered in blood as he stood there, he heard footsteps behind him and turned around, to find out it was you

He looked at you with his cold eyes and predator look,