Watching the silver-haired youth step onto the stage, the entire hall fell into utter shock.
It was not the loud kind of shock. No one gasped or cried out. Instead, a heavy stillness spread through the hall, as if the air itself had frozen.
William had only seen the man from afar a few times before.
Each time had been brief. A distant glimpse across the Hall. A figure surrounded by senior members. A presence that drew attention without effort. Yet even those fleeting moments had been enough to leave a mark.
This man was possibly the strongest person in all of Gahalia, second only to the Archon.
The one who occupied the first seat in the Great Hall.
The man who had fought and defeated a ranked devil on his own at the age of twenty, a feat that many seasoned veterans could only dream of.
A prodigy, hailed as such since the very day he awakened his utterly broken skill.
An inspiration to thousands. Someone trusted by millions.
