Michael noticed that although he could see the elves clearly, they could not see him at all.
At first, he felt a flicker of confusion, but it did not take long for him to piece things together. This had to be the work of one of the two Rank Four beings beside him.
Whether it was a concealment technique, a passive field, or simply their presence suppressing perception, Michael could not tell. What mattered was that whoever was responsible clearly had no intention of being noticed.
In any case, the situation worked perfectly in Michael's favor.
He remained still, his presence quiet, while his gaze stayed fixed on the figures hovering in the air ahead.
One of them was his undead, Spartan. The other was a male elf.
Most elves Michael had seen or read about possessed either blonde or silver hair. Blonde was considered the most common, often associated with ordinary elven bloodlines. Silver hair, on the other hand, carried a deeper meaning.
