Trial Of Time (6)

It was as if the entire shrine spun, displacing the balance of all three people within it. Ouranos cloaked his hand in mana, holding onto a nearby railing, while Leon and Arthur simply augmented their feet, pasting them to the ground.

Suddenly, Arthur felt as if someone were gripping his collar. Before he knew it, he was pinned on the ground, a man with peerless handsomeness only a few inches away from his face. 'Who the fuck…'

He possesses porcelain skin, alongside long, white hair with blue streaks. His eyes were a deep shade of midnight blue. Dressed in a long, white robe that shimmered as it cascaded down his body, the man could truly be described as a peerless beauty.

All women would flock to him if he were to polish his appearance.

"What are you doing, Leon?" The man spoke in an authoritative voice, "Succumbing to this child. How far have you fallen?"