The next second, his figure flashed straight onto the city wall.
Clang!
Blades rang out as they were drawn, and at the same time, pure, holy dawn light instantly filled an area forty to fifty meters around him.
Completely unaffected by the dawn light, Cyril waved at the three patrol members before him.
"Good evening, you three. Hmm... it should be evening now, right?"
"I wonder if your City of Silver welcomes visitors?"
The three patrol members remained on guard with their swords raised, standing apart without approaching.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?"
Cyril did not answer. His gaze passed over the three and settled behind them.
On the city street below the wall, a figure came sprinting toward them, considerably faster than a steam train at full speed. He moved so quickly that he whipped up a gale in his wake.
Upon nearing the wall, he suddenly bent his knees and leaped, jumping straight onto the wall dozens of meters high.
Thud! The dull impact was accompanied by the cracking of paving stones.
"Who are you?"
As he asked, the man slowly straightened, supporting himself with an iron-gray warhammer.
He was nearly two and a half meters tall and powerfully built, with a shaved head and a dark blue-green symbol tattooed on his crown. He appeared no older than forty-five.
Besides the warhammer in his hand, he carried an enormous bow more than two meters long on his back.
"Elder Waite!"
The three vigilant patrol members relaxed slightly. As they spoke, they tacitly stepped back, leaving sufficient room for any battle that might follow.
The man who had leaped onto the wall was Waite Chirmont, a Demon Hunter and one of the current elders on the City of Silver's Council of Six!
Cyril's gaze lingered briefly