Alan immediately jumped back when he sensed that aura. His heart was beating fast and he coated his entire figure in a layer of mana to protect himself.
"..."
Alan was silent, he took a stance as if to attack the person climbing the stairs as soon as he saw them.
[Supreme Dragon of Chaos Suleras advises you to be careful.]
"I know."
Alan muttered and took a large breath, calming his body. The aura he had just felt was too surreal. It was like a sword stabbed him…deep into his heart.
The rhythmic sounds of steps filled Alan's ear, and sweat dripped down his brow as he finally saw who was responsible for the surreal aura.
"..."
An old man, with pure white hair and a regal robe and holding a pure white blade, without even a hilt. The start of the sword was wrapped in a type of durable cloth.
'Kugh…'
Although the advent of the man was quite peaceful, the aura he released was certainly not.
