A group of them approached, their presence just as commanding. Each one radiated a powerful aura, their strengths all high in the Seeker Rank. Elven guards, warriors, nobles perhaps. They walked with elegance, but there was no mistaking the steel in their eyes.
And leading them… was someone different.
He stepped forward, and the others instinctively gave him space.
He was tall, with long golden hair that shimmered like sunlight, similar in color to Lenavira's, but styled with meticulous care—combed neatly to the side. His face was long and noble, with sharp, arrogant eyes and the subtle smirk of someone who never had to fight for attention.
He wore elaborate robes lined with silver and emerald, with intricate patterns stitched into the fabric—clearly the attire of royalty.
But what drew Max's attention more than his looks… was his strength.
10th level of Seeker Rank. The absolute peak.
The elf's presence was crushing—like standing in front of a mountain ready to fall.
