Before Ryan stepped out of the Eternal Night Land, the God of the West Wind had never been more focused.
The Eternal Night Land, which had been calm for centuries, rippled once again. It was a sign that someone was coming out. But no one knew who it would be.
Perhaps it would be a figure in a black dress, or perhaps just a Nymph Fairy.
Under Zephyrus's tense gaze, a ripple flashed, and Ryan and Hypnos emerged one after the other.
The ripples in the night gradually subsided. After waiting a while and confirming that no third person had appeared, the God of the West Wind finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, he had already been considering how long he should hold out before revealing the existence of the God King if Lady of the Night caught him. In fact, this thought had occurred many times over the past few centuries. Fortunately, reality had never given him the chance to choose.
"The Lord of the Spirit World has returned, so I can report back to the God King first. But that god beside him—why have I never seen him before?"
Though puzzled, Zephyrus soon thought of the unknown Shadow Moon Goddess and the Star Sower who had once appeared in the starry sky.
Regardless of the other's origins, all he needed to do was wait for Ryan to return to the Spirit World and then report back to the God King.
The position of Head of the Four Wind Gods was within reach, and Zephyrus was already growing impatient.
"Hmm? What was that sound?"
Suddenly, the God of the West Wind felt his mind grow hazy. In a daze, he seemed to see a gray feather drifting down from the void.
He should have been on guard,