The man by the window heard the call and turned around at an unhurried pace.
The man's forehead was broad, his eyebrows dark, and his eyes were deep and bright as if they could penetrate the human heart. His nose bridge was high and straight, with the nostrils slightly flared, showing a sense of determination and resoluteness. His lips were thin, firmly pressed together with the corners curving upward, revealing a barely noticeable severity. Decades of fleeing and struggling had left his skin slightly roughened, with fine lines that were more the marks of years and experiences.
Dante Connor looked at the youth before him who now stood taller than himself, with a hint of contentment in his eyes. But as the youth approached with excitement, Dante quickly resumed a serious expression.
"Father..."
"Anubis," Dante cut him off and said, "Why have you so often ignored the messages sent to you by the Alliance?"