"Whoever's hiding out there, come out."
"…"
His eyes grew colder.
"I won't ask twice."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, brother! I'm coming out! No need to get worked up!"
Through the cascading water, Zephyrion caught sight of a figure slowly emerging from the shadows. He suppressed a frown. The battle and the constant howling winds had completely masked this person's presence, preventing him from noticing them until now.
Had they just arrived? How long had they been watching? More importantly, had they noticed anything suspicious?
Zephyrion kept his expression carefully composed as the figure stepped through the waterfall and landed before him.
It was a tall, slender young man with snow-white hair and emerald-green eyes. He had thick brows and an angular face with well-defined cheekbones. But what stood out most was his attire: long, flowing white robes with black stripes along the collar.
Clearly, he was also on his Unbound Journey.
