Meanwhile.
At the huge tree.
The figure stood in full dark plate armor, his arms crossed casually, a dark cape billowing gently behind him in the evening breeze. His posture was regal, calm, and unhurried, his gaze fixed on Javier from afar, watching the display of power with quiet interest.
He glanced over his shoulder, noticing another figure standing on a nearby branch, having appeared without a sound.
"Ah... Garius's right hand." His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a weight of old familiarity. "It's been so long since we last met."
Alf stood with one hand behind his back, his butler outfit immaculate, his other hand gently adjusting his monocle. A faint smirk played on his lips as he met the figure's gaze.
"Indeed. It has been quite some time."
