"Don't take another step. If you do, you'll suffer serious injuries."
Liliana, Charlotte, Iris, and Stella instinctively turned toward the voice, their bodies tensing in surprise.
Standing there was a tall, middle-aged man with a faint smile on his lips.
He had short white hair and wore a pristine, milky-white robe—simple yet elegant. A blindfold covered both his eyes, as if he had lost his sight.
Despite his middle-aged appearance, his smooth, unblemished skin seemed untouched by time.
Liliana's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. She immediately recognized this mysterious man—they had crossed paths twice before.
The first time was on the grassland, when Leon's holy power spiraled out of control. The second was when Leon was kidnapped by Athena.
After their last encounter, she had secretly dispatched her shadow army to uncover his identity.
Yet, not a single trace of him could be found, as if he had never existed.