"You are..."
Shock flooded him as he realized the voice came from a middle-aged man in white robes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The man had an extraordinarily handsome face, with pale white skin so flawless it seemed untouched by time.
His short, snow-white hair perfectly complemented the pristine robes he wore.
The most striking feature was the white blindfold covering his eyes, giving the impression that he was blind.
Seeing the middle-aged man suddenly appear, Leon's initial surprise swiftly turned into heightened alertness. However, he refrained from acting, observing the man with a cautious, narrowed gaze.
"Are you the same middle-aged man from the altar? Why are you here now?" Leon asked, his tone laced with caution.
He hadn't forgotten this mysterious man—the one who had stopped him from pulling the Great Sword of Chaos from the altar.
