With the world frozen in time, and Spirit walking toward Daylan with fury flooding his eyes, it felt like Daylan's life was about to end. But before Spirit could reach him, someone else burst into the room.
His eyes were white like snow, and his hair was unbelievably pale—like a dreamy cloud. It looked soft and cozy, and hovered gently as if untouched by gravity. His body appeared young, yet his skin was pitch black, like charcoal.
Spirit's attention immediately shifted toward them as Pry also entered the room. The moment she stepped in, her cat form dropped to the floor, and an illusion emerged from its body.
A woman's face appeared—pitch black, wrapped in white feathers, with chains tightly coiled around her body and her arms crossed over her chest. Her blonde hair flickered in the air. She looked no different from a prisoner.
"Blind Prophet," she said with a warm voice, turning to him. They exchanged a nod.
