But when the magic circle finally wore out, the light-emitting on the runes disappeared. As the luminance faded away, that faint light slowly revealed the surroundings.
There was a table in front of us, with a man confidently standing at my fore. The bloke armed himself with a weapon and left no openings in his stance. My eyes couldn't describe the man's face. But it didn't take a genius to know that this guy glared in my direction, while observing our every move. That knight walked towards us and raised his bow.
My status warned me to run away after sensing such dangerous arcane running rampant inside the room…. But instead of heeding my conscience, I fought back the urge and returned the man's gaze
"Welcome, Arthur," the man spoke to me. "Or should I say…. an imposter."
