The sky was different there. The land was different. Even the mana moved in a way Max could not fully understand, slower and purer, as if the world itself had still been young enough to breathe without scars. He watched from afar as light gathered in the middle of that ancient scene, and within it, a figure slowly turned toward him.
It was a young man, extremely handsome, with long black hair falling over his shoulders and eyes as brown as living wood. His face carried a calm smile, one that looked gentle at first, yet somehow carried the weight of someone who had waited far longer than any ordinary life should allow.
"I have been waiting for you for so long," the young man said, his voice soft, but clear enough to reach Max through whatever distance separated them. "The one kissed by creation itself…"
