Arriving at Awor

By the time Michael returned to the castle, King Kramer and Queen Imat were waiting for him with a red-haired young man. He adorned matching fiery red robes and had a deviant look to him.

"Ghost. Meet Moriet, King Kramer's long distant cousin," Queen Imat emphasized the word distant to Michael. By the look on her face, Michael could see the tension between the two. 

"Several miles distant," Moriet exclaimed with a mocking smile.

"Pleasure to meet you Moriet," Michael firmly shook the young man's hands with a smile.

"The pleasure is all mine. Let's sit, shall we?" they all plugged themselves onto the white sofa as the maids brought down several beverages, including orange juice for Michael.

"It's so amazing to see such a young Fusion Stage cultivator. I thought all Fusion stage cultivators are old," Moriet laughed.