As one of the Apex ranked Hero, Claude Darkfire strode into the grand hall with an air of regality. He wore a sharp blue suit and tie, accented by a thick, lavish white fur draped around his neck. His meticulously styled pompadour hair framed his rugged features, and his eyes, sharp as a wolf's, gleamed with an intensity that seemed to pierce the very souls of those around him.
As he walked, the air around him seemed to ripple with his powerful aura. It was a subtle reminder of how strong he is.
Despite his commanding demeanor, there was a hint of arrogance and lethargy about him, as if he was merely tolerating the attention and adoration of those around him.
As he scanned the room with his piercing gaze, his voice dropped to a low murmur. "Ugh.. I'm sick of them always telling me what to do..." The words were spoken with a quiet venom, as if he were addressing some perceived injustice.
