Lane didn't have to wait long for his curiosity to be satisfied. He had barely managed to finish guiding Arlo, when a large group of people crossed through the Gate, appearing in the middle of the empty hall.
And right in front was the Guild Leader of the Allen Guild, an S-rank Esper in his mid fifties, famous for his powerful fire ability - Miles Allen.
He was a picture of elegance, dressed in an expensive designer suit. His black oxford shoes were polished to perfection, giving a mirror-like sheen. All the accessories were custom-made to match his clothes. He didn't look his age at all - it was hard to find any traces of wrinkles on his handsome, clean-shaven face. Only faint streaks of grey on his neatly-combed blonde hair marked his age.
Everything about him, from his appearance, to the way his cold grey eyes calmly scanned the surroundings, seemed out of place. It was as if he was headed to some sort of fancy business banquet rather than a dungeon filled with monsters.
