Sylas' gaze sharpened when he stepped outside of the teleportation channel.
There was a familiar old man to the side. But across from him, there wasn't just one individual. Instead, there were three.
He had already expected to come across Fanelei—he had called her here. However, it seemed that her freedom in the Analei wasn't as great as it had once been.
To her side, there were two older individuals. But there was only one that Sylas was looking at.
To call this man old was a severe understatement. It looked like his wrinkles had wrinkles, his skin filled with so many age spots it almost looked as though his skin tone itself had changed.
The bags around his eyes were especially severe, so heavy and loose they covered the milky white of his irises almost entirely.
And yet, standing there, despite having the smallest stature and the least momentum, Sylas couldn't take his eyes off of him.
"Sylas—"
