Suddenly, Julius flinched. The warmth that had lingered in his expression vanished almost instantly as he raised his head, his golden eyes narrowing toward the distant sky ahead.
A trace of caution settled over his face while every instinct within him screamed that the person approaching was unlike the countless Spirit Core spell casters he had cut down throughout the day.
Hovering in the air before him was a tall, broad-shouldered Zlycon whose mere presence seemed to weigh heavily upon the surroundings.
His cold gaze remained fixed upon Julius from the moment they locked eyes, carrying neither fear nor hesitation, only restrained fury.
"I never expected a human to set foot upon our Four Stationary Continents," the man spoke, his deep voice echoing through the open sky.
His eyes shifted briefly toward the unconscious Rosalina before returning to Julius.
