The door of the room opened quietly.
There was no formal announcement, no guard entered, no massive aura or display shook the sky. Just an old man in a simple robe and a wooden staff passed through the door.
But at that moment, the atmosphere of the room changed.
Not because of the pressure of power, but because of presence. A strange feeling only seen in those who had lived for thousands of years and witnessed the rise and fall of countless generations.
Serys almost immediately rose from her seat, her eyes widening slightly.
"M...Master." When was the last time she had seen her master?
Ever since those false rumors about her had spread and she had gradually become isolated, she hadn't seen her master.
But she never thought it was because of her master's anger; she just attributed it to him being busy.
"It's been a long time, Serys." The old man gave a quiet smile.
In front of him, Daniel remained seated on the sofa.
