"So you are Auren Lys. The Mage King's current inheritor."
Mage King laughed like an evil. His smile was too devilish. Then he revealed his true identity. The room fell silent as the final barrier of smoke and illusion evaporated. Standing in the center, a man whose presence alone demanded attention now revealed himself fully. Middle-aged, yet radiating a vitality that belied his years, he had the aura of one who had commanded kingdoms and battled shadows most could only whisper about.
His hair, streaked with silver at the temples, was impeccably styled, framing a face lined with wisdom and a lifetime of burdens. Sharp eyes, a stormy gray flecked with amber, scanned the room. Not with menace, but with the authority of someone who could read the heart before the words left a tongue.
