One year later — the year 530 After the Coronation.
Middle ector 99.
Creeeek…
The heavy metallic gate opened with a deep groan that echoed through the colossal hall.
"Ha ha, welcome, welcome~" Aro rose from an enormous seat that resembled a throne carved from dark obsidian. His movements were graceful yet imposing, and as he stood, the runes etched across the armrests shimmered faintly. He spread both hands toward the great gate in a gesture filled with confidence and warmth.
"Hmm…" A figure stepped through the gate — humanoid in shape, yet unmistakably he wasn't one. His head was crowned with a forest of short, jagged horns that pierced through his thick black hair like blades of bone. His gait was measured, deliberate. With both hands clasped neatly behind his back, the stranger turned his head slightly, observing every corner of the chamber with a cautious, calculating gaze.
