Chapter 753: Alexander, the White Death
Waiting outside the Travel Agency was an old man with a bald head and calm, ancient eyes. Dressed in a simple white robe, there was nothing particularly flashy about his appearance—no ornate sigils or divine artifacts—yet the moment Vlad’s gaze met his, a shiver ran through him.
It felt like standing before a cosmic ocean so vast and deep that no end could be seen. The sheer weight of his presence pressed down on Vlad’s soul, making him clench his fists involuntarily.
"Lord Cesar..." Konstantine’s voice broke the silence, his tone low and respectful as he performed a deep bow. That alone was enough to tell Vlad everything he needed to know—this old man held immense power and status within the Graecia Empire.
Vlad, though unsure of Cesar’s exact identity, wisely followed suit and bowed as well.
The old man’s expression remained serene, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he nodded in acknowledgment. He gestured gracefully for the two men to rise, his attention shifting toward Vlad.
"Duke Xaos," Cesar spoke with calm authority, "my brother summons you. Please accompany me."
Vlad’s brow furrowed in confusion. His brother? The request only deepened the mystery. Before he could seek clarification from Konstantine, Vlad caught the shock and awe in the Kylon King’s expression—eyes wide, breath held.
Before Vlad could ask a single question, Cesar was already rising into the sky, his robes fluttering as he moved with effortless grace. With little choice, Vlad followed.
It was clear they were heading toward one of the Sacred Kingdoms, the floating domains of the Graecia elite. Yet as they ascended, a feeling of awe and tension grew within Vlad—one that intensified with every meter gained.