Up close, he looked even more menacing and impressive than when he’d been leading the false gods’ army on his six-legged horse. His bronze skin no longer merely looked like metal — it seemed to be made of it. It was as if it served as armor for the enormous warrior, who stood no less than seven feet tall.
His bare feet were so large that they could probably crush shields and flatten helmets. His bulging arms, where veins as thick as ropes stood next to rock-like muscles, were complemented by the stone-like calluses on the knuckles and palms of his hands. They must have had many stories to tell about the endless training the God of War had undergone.
What Hadjar had at first assumed to be tattoos turned out to be a series of scars. There were so many of them and there was such a variety t
