I looked at the owner of that voice, and for a brief moment, I forgot to breathe. It was Daniel. I didn't need anyone to tell me who he was. His presence was overwhelming, like a collision of light and darkness that threatened to consume everything around him. He was a figure that blended the beauty of a mage of light with something inherently terrifying. His skin was pale and translucent, as if made of ethereal crystal, radiating a soft glow that was both captivating and discomforting to the eyes. Undoubtedly, he was at the peak of a Level 1 mage.
But it was his eyes that truly paralyzed me. A brilliant golden hue, radiant yet so empty that it gave the impression he could see everything I was—and worse, everything I tried to hide. His silvery hair waved unnaturally, as if the air itself were alive around him. There was no wind in the hallway, but that seemed irrelevant to him.
