"Hm?!"
In the midst of his thoughts, Dago's eyelids twitched violently. He abruptly opened his eyes and looked toward a certain direction.
His gaze sliced through the air like two sharp swords, shooting toward the source of the sensation.
His eyes shifted between two towering stone pillars.
A young man sat atop the pillar on the left.
He wore pure white knight's armor, its plates reflecting a cold, holy radiance in the setting sun.
His face was almost unnaturally beautiful, yet his bearing was as masculine as the blazing midday sun.
The young man was focused on the task at hand, holding a golden comb.
He was grooming the mane of the Two-Winged Unicorn beside him, his movements as gentle as a lover stroking their beloved's hair.
The instant Dago looked at him, the young man seemed to sense it.
He slowly raised his head and swept an indifferent glance over, as though dawn were breaking behind him.
The phantom of a magnificent, sacred white palace shimmered within the halo-the manifestation of his soul trait.
His aura was pure, without a trace of darkness.
Not him.
Dago looked away expressionlessly, but the hairs on the back of his neck remained raised.
His gaze shifted right, locking onto the other stone pillar.
An elegant young man sat cross-legged there, his black robe seemingly tailored from the night itself.
A wizard's book lay open on his lap. Its cover was pitch-black, resembling some creature's dried hide.
The young man's slender fingers brushed lightly over the pages, his fingertips a sickly pale.
A thick, nauseating aura of ill omen slowly spread outward from him, eroding his surroundings.
It was the distinctive stench of the Chaos Secret Society.
Behind him, a strange shadow writhed soundlessly.
Countless translucent tentacles sprouted from it, clawing greedily at