They say his hair was lite by the torch of the gods. They say his eyes are as blue as the wings of a jaybird. His presence shadows all others who try to defy him. Yet this man is no man, but a mere teenager.
Few have ever witnessed his deeds, but many have been affected by them. Some say he was born with a gift, others believe he was genetically mutated. Whatever the case may be, whenever a chill runs down his spine, those causing chaos and destruction cease to exist.
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