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The sound of unhurried footsteps echoed across the bridge as the trio watched the lone figure approach.
He stopped about twenty meters away, his features now visible under the misty veil.
The figure was draped in robes, though his hands and feet were clearly visible—humanoid, white, and covered in the same silvery runes as any other Silverunic.
Eliana and Fiain's hands wavered for a second.
Then, they watched as the figure slowly removed the hood from his head, revealing his face. Ryuk raised an eyebrow at the sight.
The figure was anything but a monster. And Ryuk's guess was spot on.
It truly was a Silverunic.
That skin—white as freshly fallen snow—with runic lines that trailed by the sides of his head.
His hair was a mixture of dirty brown and silvery-white, and his face was by no means young.
He looked like a lost male silverunic in his forties.
Eliana sheathed her sword while Fillian lowered her bow.
