CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
The silence that filled the throne room lasted only a moment.
"They were indeed... different."
The calm voice drifted through the hall before its owner appeared.
Evan turned toward the entrance.
Slow, steady footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor.
A man dressed in flowing white robes walked gracefully into the throne room, a white jade fan resting lazily in one elegant hand.
His silver-white hair flowed freely down his back like silk, untouched by time. His features were breathtakingly beautiful, so refined that it was difficult to decide whether the word handsome or beautiful suited him better.
Yet what captivated people most were his eyes.
Clear.
Ancient.
Calm beyond imagination.
They were the eyes of someone who had witnessed the rise and fall
