At that moment, Ian's physique and aura underwent a dramatic transformation. After a flick of his hair, a person entirely different from before appeared—even their soul's resonance had changed.
It was a tall, black-haired young man. His heavy, waist-length hair draped behind him like raven feathers, with two locks hanging down over his shoulders. The eyes, black as they were, did not convey the original indifference and aloofness, but rather a sharper, cold disdain and aversion to the entire world.
This was someone difficult to get along with, a loner who wandered alone, with no possibility of having companions.
The black-haired, black-eyed knight pressed his lips together, casting a cold gaze over his companions in front of him.
A stark, unfamiliar sensation and a sense of crisis began to spread.
