Chapter 97
The atmosphere tensed the moment Han laid a hand on Elexa. Her guild members, who had been standing a fair distance away, immediately surged forward, ready to strike. But Balor raised his hand, signaling them to stop. They obeyed—reluctantly—but their weapons remained drawn, their gazes sharp, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
The tension climbed higher and higher, crackling like static in the air.
Then, a calm voice cut through the pressure like a blade through silk.
"What's going on here?"
Everyone turned.
A man approached, his presence commanding silence. He had long, wild, unkempt brown hair that fell past his shoulders. A black trench coat billowed slightly as he walked forward, and his brown eyes held a weight that made hearts falter.
The instant his figure was recognized, everyone—Elexa's guild members included—bowed deeply in respect. Even Elexa lowered her head. Strangely enough, they showed more reverence to this man than they did to Elexa herself.
