Clang!
A sharp, metallic ring echoed through the underground chamber as a sword suddenly intercepted Gray's descending dagger.
"W-what?!"
The force of the block was immense, sending vibrations up his arm and forcing him to take two full steps back.
'...Who the fuc...k?'
Gray's eyes narrowed sharply at first, cold killing intent flaring in his black pupils.
But the moment his gaze landed on the person holding the sword, his eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise.
Standing between him and his kneeling father was a woman of breathtaking beauty and elegance.
She had long, flowing silver hair that cascaded down her back like liquid moonlight, reaching all the way to her waist.
A few strands framed her flawless face, accentuating her sharp, refined features.
Her eyes were a striking violet hue, deep, mysterious, and glowing dimly.
Her body was the epitome of mature, aristocratic allure.
