Continuing through the connection, Shiro found herself finding exits that led to stronger presences.
Narrowing her eyes, she guessed that they were roughly in the high 800's maybe in the 900's which wasn't exactly reassuring. However, with how their party worked together and the skills that they have, it shouldn't be too hard. Or at least that's what she believes.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of eyes lock onto her as cold sweat dripped down her back.
She didn't think anyone could find her so easily. Just as she was about to cut the connection, she could herself floating in space in front of a being that sat on a throne.
He had a lean physique that was clad in black plated armour. A helmet placed by his side that had a red plume protruding from the top.
A greatsword could be seen pulsing next to him as he locked eyes with her.
With dark red hair and black eyes, he stared at her wordlessly.
