[Hm? No.]
When the ethereal voice rang through his mind, Zayn could make out a face far in the distance. It was an old face full of wrinkles and the worries of age.
Zayn frowned seeing the face that seemed void of emotions, but he didn't say anything. He stared blankly at it
The outlines of a small, hinged person slowly formed in the void that permeated the entire room. Zayn couldn't sense the strength of the old man at all, but that was more worrisome than being able to perceive a powerhouse.
'He is so strong that I cannot even tell how strong he is…'
"Who are you? Why do you want to see me, and what do you want from my Grimoire?!" Zayn asked while taking a step back.
The old man's expression didn't change but Zayn could see that old man smiling behind his facade. It was a weird feeling, as if he was able to see multiple faces overlapping with each other.
