In a blink of an eye, the black-clad warrior appeared in the middle of them, his true countenance hidden from all. Staring up from the top half of his face were narrowed eyes, dazzling and profound, devoid of fear or any other emotion, as though no pretense could escape their penetrating gaze.
His arrival was sudden, like a stealthy assassin appearing before them, or like an imposing statue that had never moved, giving an unreal illusion.
Athena felt lighter as the oppressive sense of fear that had enveloped her suddenly disappeared. A profound sense of safety soared within her, as though her very soul was embraced by the unique aura of the warrior in black.
It was the scent of courage—arrogant and absolute—washing over her, stirring a strong sense of emotion within Athena. So touched, tears of clarity rolled down her cheeks...
At this moment, the two of them became the focus of everyone's attention, and Franklin couldn't hide his displeasure.
