Waiting outside the Travel Agency was an old man with a bald head and calm, ancient eyes. Dressed in a simple white robe, there was nothing particularly flashy about his appearance—no ornate sigils or divine artifacts—yet the moment Vlad's gaze met his, a shiver ran through him.
It felt like standing before a cosmic ocean so vast and deep that no end could be seen. The sheer weight of his presence pressed down on Vlad's soul, making him clench his fists involuntarily.
"Lord Cesar..." Konstantine's voice broke the silence, his tone low and respectful as he performed a deep bow. That alone was enough to tell Vlad everything he needed to know—this old man held immense power and status within the Graecia Empire.
Vlad, though unsure of Cesar's exact identity, wisely followed suit and bowed as well.
