Laemno and the Pontiff of Stars both felt a sudden shift in the flow of Mana.
It was a minuscule ebbing at first, barely noticeable amidst the violent swirl caused by their spells. However, it soon grew into an erupting tide, heralding the arrival of a new presence.
The crumbled altar behind their battlefield parted with a quake, revealing a circular marking beneath. Pale light escaped its occult inscriptions, sculpting a tall door of blue-and-white stones.
Its heavy frames dragged on the ground as it slowly opened, and a man walked out.
He looked in his early thirties, sporting semi-long platinum-blonde hair and a golden gaze. A thin, horizontal stigma sat underneath his left eye, almost as pale as his skin. His garb was clearly foreign, consisting of a white cloak worn over a bronze, intricate ensemble typical of the Central Continent.
