"Bang."
The heavy wooden door slowly closed, accompanied by the frictional sound of the hinges, as the tall figure with dual swords disappeared behind the door.
The tower once again returned to its quiet state, with countless artifacts lying as usual on the wooden shelves.
Having seen Xia Nan out the door, Aurie slowly turned around and stepped towards the stairs.
Perhaps due to habits formed since childhood, even when alone with no outsiders, he maintained a dignified and elegant posture in his movements.
Spotless exquisite leather boots stepped down on the carpeted stairs in succession, his right hand lightly held the railing.
His silver-gray eyes, inherited from his Elven ancestry, inexplicably sparkled, as if tangible thoughts flowed within them.
Xia Nan—"Haiya"—"Gray Sword."
