C993 Without Batting an Eyelid

A sliver of sunlight pierced through the main entrance of the hall, casting its pale golden glow on the figure who was serenely enjoying a cup of tea. The light draped the youth in a divine battle suit, lending an otherworldly aura to his snow-white hair, as if he were a deity seated there since time immemorial.

The hall was engulfed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional hurried breath