Dusk lowered his massive frame with deliberate grace, knees bending until his belly nearly brushed the snow-dusted crimson mat. Leon stepped down first, boots sinking slightly into the plush fabric. Enid followed, her gloved hand resting lightly on his arm as she descended, the red gown pooling like fresh blood around her feet.
Leon's eyes never left the man at the top of the stairs.
A soft blue panel unfolded in front of his eyes as soon as he used the skill.
[Name: Adwin Lorence]
[Class: Sword Saint]
[Race: Human]
[HP: 890,000/890,000]
[MP: 567,000/567,000]
[Title: {True King} {One with the Sword} {Angel's Hand Holder} {Gracious One} {Dragon Slayer} {Demon Slayer} {Excalibur Holder} {Elf Slayer} {Forbidden Lover}]
[Description: Adwin Lorence, one of the three legendary sword saints that ever lived. Adwin is seventy-six years old but his instincts are still as sharp as they were in his peak age.
