Raven was lost in thought when she suddenly flinched and frowned.
Helena and Annette seemed to be discussing something else; Vida stood behind them. None of them sensed anything until Raven suddenly flinched.
Then they turned to the left, and there he was. A man with long white hair and flowing garments that blended the fashion of some strange, unknown era with eastern continental style.
He stood casually, one hand tucked inside his robes. He moved his hand to scratch his cheek briefly before waving at them.
"Hello."
Raven grimaced darkly, slowly unclenching her fists.
All of them were on guard—Helena, Annette, and Vida. The strange aura radiating from the man's presence wouldn't let them relax.
His entire composure left no openings. His stance was casual, yet all of them couldn't help but feel trapped in a web of blades where one wrong move could cost their lives.
Bairan smiled at them first, then slowly shifted his gaze toward Raven, who knelt on the ground beside Northern.
