Kyrian observed the five young people standing in front of the door to his room with a completely neutral expression.
His snowflake-shaped eyes glowed in the dim corridor, the cold energy emanating from his body making the air around him visibly cooler.
He assessed each of them in seconds.
All of them were in the final stages of the Qi Liberation Realm, the eighth stage or peak of the realm, from what he could sense. Their auras were stable and solid but clearly inferior to his.
None of them showed hostility or murderous intent. On the contrary, what Kyrian perceived was a mixture of expectation, cautious respect, and a hint of anxiety.
It was not an ambush. It was a visit with a purpose.
"Help?" Kyrian repeated, slightly furrowing his brow.
The word sounded strange to his ears. He had been in the City of Red Smoke for only two days. He knew no one there. He had no allies nor enemies. It was strange that someone would seek him out specifically.
"For what? And why me?"
