When growth is sudden, attention sharpens like a blade.
Some eyes gleam with respect, while others darken with envy. And between the two, a single truth remains prevail.
Who falls first…? The one who shines, or the one blinded by it?
…
Leon's brows rose slightly as High Priest Luthan's gaze lingered on him longer than expected.
There was nothing casual in the way the priest observed him. Those eyes had recognized something in him.
But Leon did not react. He knew exactly who stood before him.
Luthan Lin Schrödinger.
A noble born in a quiet countryside, orphaned when an Arch Demon erased his entire house. Adopted by the Silvermoon Cathedral. A man who devoted every breath of his life to the Lady.
At sixty one, the Silvermoon's blessing descended upon him and his name spread across the entire kingdom.
Yet now he stood here with the manners of an educated prince.
