Before Sarvion could say anything else, a figure appeared before the platform. He didn't arrive through a gate. He didn't descend from the sky. He was like he was already standing there for a long time.
The man wore a long robe woven from pale gold and deep violet light, and each thread of that robe seemed to hold an ancient rune moving on its own.
His hair was long and white-gold, falling behind him like a river of dawn, while his eyes carried four rotating rings of different colors, each one giving off the feeling of an ancient law refined down to its absolute limit. His face looked young, but the depth in his gaze made him seem older than the Divine Realm itself.
The moment Max saw him, his eyes narrowed slightly. He recognized this person. Not from the Cosmic Ascension Conference. Not from the Black Dragon Clan. But from the temporal domain on Orion's planet.
