Appearing far away, through his clouded vision, Kyle caught sight of a middle-aged man clad in a blue cloak draped over his shoulders and fastened with a clasp, who had just emerged from the old temple.
The man was tall and looked genuinely taken aback that Kyle had evaded him.
A few others—a pair of old men and a middle-aged woman, all wearing similar cloaks—followed him out of the temple.
At their appearance, the surroundings immediately fell silent. All the Rulers froze in their tracks, visibly shocked. The eldest among them quickly placed his hand over his chest in a gesture of deep respect.
"Ruler Yizhe! Please forgive us! We were chasing someone and momentarily forgot that this ancient temple is where you and your companions reside in seclusion!"
Kyle narrowed his eyes at the newcomers, who were staring back at him. He frowned.
Strange.
What was this familiar feeling?
