As a cold breeze swept in from behind, she subconsciously turns her head, only to find a man calmly standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding her gaze.
He was clad in a yellow-brown robe, mysteriously drifting without wind, filled with a plethora of mysterious dusk runes. On the robe, these symbols seemed alive, crawling and wriggling, only to vanish in an instant.
The cold moonlight shone on him, shrouding him in an aura of mystery. It was as if a prophet from ancient times had stepped into the world, indifferently observing all of existence.
He was the very mastermind responsible for the destruction of Wood Family Manor, and the death of countless members of the Wood clan - the Great Priest of Dusk!
He lifted his head, his gaze piercing through Laurel Wood, making her feel exposed. Before this man, no secret could remain hidden.
Just as Laurel felt fear creeping into her heart, she saw him extend his pale, slender hand, and his deep, resonating voice echoed:
