A Dream

"My Lord!"

A voice called from outside the tent, and Asher halted. With a refined cough, he turned and headed for the tent's entrance. Although still flustered, Sapphira followed him as she could hear the commotion outside.

Just as Asher stepped out, he saw the Temple servants holding down a white-haired man who kept struggling against their grip, but it was futile—these knights, possessed by spirits, were far stronger than any ordinary ones.

Their dark, scaly dragonfly armor was imposing and coupled with their reinforced dragonfly wings; these knights didn't seem human at first glance.

Levi's gaze locked onto Asher's before shifting to Sapphira. His pupils dilated the moment he laid eyes on her.

Sapphira's eyebrows furrowed.

"Destroyer of Men. A pleasure to meet you."

Nero's eyes widened.

Such blatant disregard for his lord dug deep into his bones.