Chapter 2: [ Sunder ]
"You—there! You just received an archetype?"
A man was walking toward Alexander, a smile brightly lighting up his face as he approached.
The supple clothes he wore were one with the wind, he looked like an ancient Greek noble, the robe he wore bright white, outlined in gold.
His ears each had about five earrings each, and his fingers had as many rings. Necklaces, bracelets—all made of gold, yet they didn’t burden his image, each piece delicately thin and refined.
One would easily be lost in the amount of shiny jewelry, yet his eyes were the most captivating part: magic circles pulsated, like a heartbeat in his eyes.
Every second a circle appeared, rotating clockwise, before fading out.
The man jumped from the last step that led to the Adventurer’s Guild, onto the sidewalk where Alexander stood.
"Who... are you?" asked Alexander.
"Sunder," he replied, doing a deep bow with his arms raised.
"Are you with Gilded Order?" he asked.
"They don’t have a monopoly on gold. I’m the leader of Last Age."