Even among the elite, he stood apart. Too beautiful, too cold, too unreachable, the kind of man whose arrogance seemed less like attitude and more like his natural state of existence.
In his hand, he held a Gate Stone, a rare artifact used to open or forcibly enter restricted dungeons. Originally, one can get these dungeon gate stones after clearing a high-level dungeon as a reward, or they can be bought from the Sponsor's exclusive shop. It gleamed faintly, resonating with the energy emanating from the gate.
His expression remained unreadable as he examined it, the faintest curve of his lips betraying mild impatience. "So she's inside," as expected. "She didn't disappoint me," he murmured.
There was movement to his right. A man stood by, quiet and composed, his silky green hair tied neatly, and his posture as straight as a blade.
It was none other than Song.
