Mordred

"Who exactly are you?"

Tristan's expression turned completely cold. His narrowed eyes opened a fraction as he stared at the blond man speaking so confidently before him, his gaze sharp with scrutiny and frost.

This man knew their circumstances far too well. He was nothing like some foreign traveler who had only just arrived at the Singularity beneath their feet from the future.

Even someone from Tristan's own era could not possibly know such detailed information about what had happened within the Singularity.

It was as though he had witnessed it all with his own eyes.

As for the king's hidden secrets, only a handful of people knew them—only those few of them whom the king had summoned...