In a valley behind a mountain peak, an azure-golden-haired man stood in front of a rocky wall. He gazed at it for some time as though he was stuck in a dead end. His facial features were sharp and handsome, able to garner the interest of the opposite gender without much effort. But now, anyone who had his eyes on him would subconsciously move away.
Heim Mavigglain waited with a heavy heart.
His heart could not stop beating louder, forming a strange atmosphere within this silence.
Abruptly, a gust of wind blew over, making his stylish hair sway ever so lightly.
Heim Mavigglain froze. He turned to look behind and saw the purple-robed man who had become rather infamous in the past three days. The more no one dared to offend him, the more Heim Mavigglain felt he was not to be trifled with.
"Speak." Davis's voice echoed with authority.
