[Storyteller's POV]
While Layland was enjoying the One Millennium Fest with his friends whom he was not going to meet for quite some time; ten thousand Absitan away in the east of Lysimork, one of Ilschevar's siblings wandered around the forest located there. He was casually looking around like someone who was halfheartedly looking for something he had accidentally dropped.
The said Demon had pale white hair. One might think he was sick should one see his hair, but his muscular build said otherwise. His blue eyes gleamed as he scanned the surroundings. At a glance, one would only find nonchalance in them but would see the well-concealed murderous intent at a close look.
