Conspiracy

As the tired sun slowly descended from its throne in the dimming skies, the warm golden rays illuminating the entire world withdrew, allowing everything below to once more feel the chilling yet peaceful embrace of the night.

Beneath the transitioning skies, a young man with ash-colored hair, outright handsome facial features, and a well-built body leisurely walked along a less-trodden path.

He wore a complete set of gold-tier Meido brand equipment, all of which were low-grade relics, over a black long-sleeve shirt and fitted black pants.

The young man looked dashing—a pity that no one was there to enjoy him as an eye candy.

However, it appeared to be for the best, as Shye was lost in thought, his expression stern as he mulled over the words whispered to him by Dean Snowcrest.

A few moments later, he left the path, walking at a quicker pace toward a secluded area behind a huge oak tree.