CHAPTER 68
As he approached the majestic hall, he landed gracefully directly in front of the ornate entrance.
A small, focused gust of wind followed his arrival, surging forward to push the heavy doors open and simultaneously extinguishing the flickering fire torches lined inside the passage.
This sudden, dramatic entrance instantly drew the startled attention of every single guest gathered in the expansive hall.
Stepping into the room, a wave of low mumbling erupted from the crowd as they witnessed the strange, handsome red-haired individual walking across the floor with an effortless grace and a stern, unwavering expression on his face.
As he moved forward, bypassing the gathered nobles, his sheer presence felt suffocating to those he brushed past.
Anytime he walked by a group, a slight, chilled gust of wind hit them in the face, leaving a lingering sense of power in his wake.
