The faint smile lingered on Dustin ’s lips as his fingers lightly traced the cloud patterns carved into the sword sheath. His voice was as clear and flowing as water by a lakeshore: “Since you have awakened from slumber, why direct your anger at mere mortals?” His gaze swept across the white radiance swirling about the handsome man. Within Dustin’s clear eyes seemed to turn the stars themselves, as though they could pierce the layers of time clinging to the other’s body. The longsword upon the stone table gleamed with a warm luster under the sunlight. The turquoise inlays along its sheath shimmered faintly, and the air around it carried a subtle fragrance of grass and wood—a sharp contrast to the ancient, chilling aura radiating from the handsome man. The figure hovering in the air faltered ever so slightly, surprise deepening in his eyes. He had been awake for only a few days. Other than being disturbed by that sword aura earlier, he had not crossed paths with anyone. Yet this ma...