The Arrival of the Singularity of Light

As the sound echoed through the hall, conversations and laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Faces froze—some in shock, others in horror.

Instinctively, all eyes turned toward the main gate, where a middle-aged man stepped silently onto the carpet.

He was tall—around 1.85 meters—with a broad, muscular build. A golden robe draped over him, shimmering under the hall's lights.

His expression was calm and indifferent, yet the aura around him was overwhelming—powerful and terrifying.

His golden eyes were sharp, piercing, as if they could rip the soul from anyone who dared meet his gaze.

His hair, also golden and cropped short at the ears, bore a striking resemblance to Adalen's—if one looked closely.

With each step he took, the air in the hall grew heavier. The tension thickened. It felt as if invisible hands were gripping every chest, tightening with every passing moment.