Chapter 299: The King of Heroes!?
Lyan opened his eyes, blinking against the intense, pervasive whiteness that surrounded him. This place was unlike any he had ever seen. There were no walls, no ceiling, no ground—just an infinite expanse of white. It felt different from the time when he had been given the quest to kill Tiamat. He had no memory of entering such a place and found himself disoriented.
As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, a voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Hou... So you’re the one called the Hero of The Two Realms..." The voice was arrogant yet charismatic, carrying a weight that bore down on Lyan with a pressure he had never felt before. It was a pressure that surpassed even what he had experienced facing the eight high spirits and might even be comparable to the malevolence of Tiamat.
Lyan’s muscles tensed involuntarily, his body reacting to the overwhelming presence.
"There is no need to get so tense," the voice continued, almost amused. "I just summoned you because I suddenly could. I have been interested in you for quite some time and called you on a whim."
Lyan turned towards the source of the voice and saw a figure approaching him. The man was striking, with a powerful yet slim body, exuding an aura of absolute confidence and supremacy. His hair was a vibrant golden, catching the nonexistent light and almost glowing. His eyes were piercing, a deep shade of red that seemed to see right through Lyan. He was dressed in an opulent, gold-trimmed outfit that looked both regal and ancient, as if he had stepped out of the legends of old. Every inch of him radiated an undeniable charisma and authority that demanded respect and awe.
"Who are you?" Lyan managed to ask, keeping his voice steady despite the tension in his body.
The figure smirked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I am honored," Lyan continued, "I am Lyan Arkanum Evocatore, Summoner and the Baron of Grafen."
The man’s smirk widened into a grin. "Mongrel, so you’re a Baron," he mocked.
Suddenly, an immense power surged from the man, and Lyan could feel the murderous intent radiating from him. The golden aura that enveloped the figure was suffocating, pressing down on Lyan with a force that made it hard to breathe. Despite the overwhelming pressure, Lyan stood his ground. He had faced Tiamat, the Evil Demon Dragon God, and survived. He could bear this.