One was a tall woman with dark crimson-red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flame, her eyes sharp and glinting with ancient wisdom, her very presence exuding a quiet, suffocating intensity.
Beside her stood a man with bluish hair, streaked faintly with silver, and a neatly trimmed beard that gave him a regal, commanding aura. He wore a robe embroidered with black-gold dragons, and just his gaze alone made the air feel heavier, as if even mana bowed before him.
Max turned slowly to look at them, his eyes narrowing slightly. In that moment, he instinctively reached out with his senses—but his breath hitched.
Nothing.
He couldn't read them. Not even a trace of their strength or mana. It was like standing before a veil of endless void, thick and impenetrable. His heartbeat quickened as realization dawned.
