"The window of opportunity lasts for two to three years, and there's still some time before it officially opens."
"Running around aimlessly is boring anyway. Let me find some entertainment here," the young man interrupted the two behind him.
The two bodyguards, both Perfect Supremes, said nothing more. They stood silently behind their master.
"Tiberan, time is almost up. Only five breaths left."
Glacien extended his hand and began the countdown.
"Four."
"Three."
"Two."
…
"Young Master Ethan, you're going to owe me a massive favor for this."
The young man pulled back his hood, revealing a handsome face. A golden longsword appeared smoothly in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.
This was none other than the friend Ethan had made back in the Blood Tavern of Noble Sun City. The Ninth Prince of the Great Verdant Lantern Empire, Zeon.
Glacien's countdown ticked away.
His expression was utterly indifferent. His voice settled on the final word.
"One."
