Within the Black Tower, everything fell into a silent stillness.
In the wavering starlight, the silhouette of the young boy seemed dreamlike, almost unreal.
"Long time no see, Crimson."
He slightly turned his body, looking at the small Silver Spirit before him.
"It's been so long since we last met, and you've grown so strong."
"If Silver knew of your current achievements, it would probably be envious and jealous enough to tear itself to shreds."
Mii~
Not far away, the little Silver Spirit looked at the boy in front of it and let out a delighted cry.
Immediately, it transformed into a fiery red stream of light.
Breaking free from the control of the Golden Elf, it directly crashed into Shiayar's embrace.
Mii~ Mii~
In the familiar sound of Crimson's cries, there was now an involuntary tremble.
It felt like crying.
In five hundred years, from a mere Titled Rank, it had reached the point where it could hunt demigods.
