Shivana, who had fought alongside Lynch, knew exactly how terrifying the combat power of the Undead Units under this kid's command truly was.
Just then, the vine curtain of the inner chamber parted, as if stirred by an unseen breeze. An elderly Elf dressed in a simple linen robe stepped out slowly.
He appeared to be the equivalent of a human in his fifties or sixties. Silver threads were woven through his golden hair, yet his skin remained fair and flawless. A glowing, emerald leaf-shaped crest shimmered faintly on his forehead.
But it was his eyes that left the deepest impression. Deep as emerald Gemstones, his gaze was gentle, seeming to harbor the vitality of an entire forest.
The moment he appeared, all conversation ceased.
Shivana was the first to bow respectfully. "Lord Dean."
The others quickly followed suit. "Greetings, Dean Sanadale."
Shivana turned to introduce him. "Baron Lynch, this is the dean of our Silver Moon Academy, Sanadale Wind Great Druid."
