Into The Spirit World [12]

"You're a stubborn mortal. I said leave!"

Lamech's roar sent a gust through Asher's hair, making it flutter. Yet, the response he expected never came. Instead, Asher looked straight into his eyes without flinching.

But what truly shocked Lamech wasn't Asher's defiance—it was the towering man, standing behind him.

The man was 7 feet tall and had long snow-white hair that flowed down to his waist. He was draped in a robe with a simple cloth wrapped around his waist, his bare feet pressed against the blackened soil.

His facial features were too beautiful to behold—marred only by a deep scar across his face.

The living talent!

The man behind Asher wasn't just a guardian. He was Asher's very talent—manifested into a form, shielding him from dangers that even Asher himself hadn't sensed.

'His talent actually lives!'

And right now, it stood behind him.