Ambrose strode through the foyer with cautious steps, his brows knitting once he got outside. Aether energy rippled at his fingertips, ready to strike the person waiting outside—if they proved a threat at least.
However, nothing would've prepared him for who he saw once his boots crunched on the perfectly mowed lawn.
"Valentine?" Ambrose quickly hid his fingers behind his back, a shaky smile stretching his lips. "What… how did you…"
The Necromancer stood at the gates with folded arms. He wore a dark grey trench coat that blew into the wind, his long black hair tied into a man bun for once.
Behind his sunglasses, Valentine scrutinised the Guide closely. He could rationalise into believing that he was imagining things, but he trusted his senses.
