At the direction they were looking, a man who possessed an aged face that bore a few wrinkles stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were as blue as anything, as though they were the very genesis of the colour itself. His hair was white with age, yet it retained an elegant appearance as it was tied into a ponytail that ran down his back. Draped over his body was a pristine white kimono that matched his aged hair, and hanging from his waist was a katana.
He was the owner of the wooden talisman Anthony had used prior to his Ascension. Of course, the moment Anthony activated it, the man had simply arrived here. In fact, he had been here even before the members of the Four Great Clans arrived. Yet he hadn't made a move. He knew how things worked. He knew Ascendants were usually bullied and forced into Slave Contracts.
