A man stood in the shadows of a small alley near the entrance of the Capital City. His dark green eyes were fixed on the carriage that had just entered through the city gate and was now heading deeper into the city.
His waist-length dark black hair, which was pulled in a high ponytail, fluttered in the wind along with his black cloak and dark robes that he was wearing. He was pretty tall and though he appeared not too muscular, it was still easy to tell that he was well-built.
Unfortunately, his face was hidden behind a silver mask that only allowed a peek at his beautiful attention-grabbing eyes but nothing else.
He was surrounded by a powerful aura, one that screamed the word 'ancient'. He was none other than the person whom the Master of the Death Valleys assessed as 'Your Grace' just a day ago.
