Asher's figure appeared beneath a sprawling canopy of tall trees, the filtered sunlight pouring down from above and reflecting off his body in soft, shimmering waves. He stood with his hands casually tucked inside his pockets, his presence unshaken, his posture perfectly straight. His purple hair danced to the rhythm of the cool forest breeze, swaying gently as though acknowledging the serenity of the moment.
All around him, numerous assassins concealed within the forest shadows surrounded him, yet Asher did not react. Instead, his eyes remained closed, and he inhaled deeply, as though appreciating, absorbing, and quietly basking in the atmosphere around him.
