Inside of a dimly lit room, a person was sat at a oak table in the center of the room. His pink-tinted white hair was as majestic as his pal skin. His deep crimson eyes bore a resemblance to blood, shining with ancient wisdom throughout the years of his life.
The sound of the door knocking attracted his attention as he told the person outside to come in.
"Sir Ferid!" A soldier in a silver clad of armor shouted as they burst into the room and kneeled on the ground.
"Judging from your heavy breathing, I can presume something bad has happened." Ferid spoke in a deep yet carefree voice.
"Leonidas Sotrmborn has been captured by Gatekeeper Varaska," The soldier informed.
"The Hero? That is indeed a problem," Ferid frowned.
"Commander Patrice has sent Contestant Crimson ahead until you bring the barrier down."
"Crimson? Isn't that... I'll take down the barrier but Commander Patrice can't interfere unless Crimson's life is in danger.
