Paragon Raizel turned his head, his gaze settling on the white-haired man standing beside him.
For a brief moment, his eyes flickered with something foreign—unrecognition, as if the world itself had momentarily slipped from his grasp. But within that brief lapse, in the depths of his gaze, a ferocious flame blazed—a consuming wrath, smoldering with unchecked might.
Yet, under that furious heat, Bairan remained impassive. Unaffected. He neither flinched nor wavered, daring to stand within reach of the Paragon. Worse… he even touched him.
The atmosphere burned with Raizel's rage, an oppressive storm threatening to explode. But then—he smiled.
The next instant, the oppressive weight vanished as if it had never existed.
Northern and the others stood frozen, disbelief flickering in their eyes. No one—no one—had ever seen Paragon Raizel's face twisted in anger before.
