"Bang!" The coffin lid crashed down with a thunderous sound, echoing through the empty space and throwing the drifting motes of light in the air into chaos.
The flickering points of light, like fireflies or wavering glimmers, illuminated the surroundings and also revealed what lay inside the coffin.
A man with a tall, lean build and perfectly balanced muscles lay within. He wore a black cloak, beneath it a high-collared, long-tailed garment. His waist was fastened with a belt adorned with black pearls and a small skull.
Golden thread patterns stood out vividly against the pitch-black fabric, lending him an air of nobility, like a vampire in deep hibernation.
His jet-black hair made his skin appear even more pallid.
Silvanus stared at the person lying in the coffin, completely stunned.
Whether it was the unfamiliar attire or the unfamiliar hair, the facial features were impossibly familiar.
This person...
Had a face identical to his own!
It was unmistakably Silvanus's face.
