The dawn was breaking over the eastern sky.
Marquis Dasiano, who had been drinking alone through the night, noticed the arrival of an uninvited guest and let out a smirk, baring his teeth.
“A coincidence? Lately, it seems more and more people are seeking me out.”
At his words, a shadow appeared in the previously empty space, slipping into view. Someone was moving through the [Void] itself.
To his knowledge, only two people in Delcross could traverse space so freely, and one of them was currently bound by the [Pact].
“So, we meet again, Guardian of Delcross.”
Indeed, the figure that emerged was a familiar old man, someone Dasiano knew well.
Though the face showed signs of age, like that of a venerable scholar, the intense golden eyes gleaming in the darkness betrayed his inhuman nature.
The Marquis’s greeting was met with a slight frown from the old man, who replied curtly.
“Let’s not cling to old habits. There’s already a new Guardian.”
“Oh, please. That wretched half-breed you’ve appointed is merely your stand-in. How could I recognize such a creature as the Guardian of this world?”
“Your recognition is of no consequence.”
The old man cut off the Marquis’s words coldly, with a touch of irritation evident in his tone.
“I think you already know why I’m here. Stop…