Son of God of the Twilight Temple

"So, you've finally awakened from your long slumber, Guren Leywn?"

At the sound of that voice, he quickly turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw a man approaching.

The man was tall and well-built, his face concealed behind a devil's mask.

A black cloak draped over his broad shoulders, further amplifying the mysterious aura that put Guren on edge.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly, his eyes narrowing.

For some reason, the man's presence sent a strange, unsettling sensation through him, making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

"Hehehe..." The man chuckled at Guren's wary reaction. "There's no need to be so tense, Guren Leywn. If I meant you harm, you would have been dead long ago."

His words made sense, rendering Guren momentarily speechless.

If this man had truly harbored ill intentions, there was no way he would have woken up at all.