Chapter 48: First Encounter With The Nightsilk Order
The moment the figure at the front of the gothic-armored group surged forward, the air bent under the sheer spiritual force of his acceleration.
Shadow peeled from his limbs in a slick wake, and even the fractured stone beneath his armored boots left fissures trailing in the wake of his charge.
Azulus stiffened immediately, one hand sliding to the hilt of her oversized katana, body tensing as if to move in an instant. Her eyes flared open out of pure instinctual survival calculation.
While the scene unfolding, Kivas noticed that her Soulcall Whisper Bell didn’t ring even once, meaning that around one minute from now on, her life was in no intrinsic danger.
Samael didn’t move.
The armored figure arrived within a blink of perception and came to a perfect stop in front of Samael, dropping to one knee with practiced grace, his chestplate shining beneath streaks of ornamental scripture and faded symbols of a thousand unknown prayers.
From his armored hands, he presented a bouquet of radiant, crystalline flowers—fragments of crystal spires reshaped into petal forms, glittering with inner light.
"My lady," the armored knight intoned, his voice deep, solemn, yet carrying a charming lilt of melodrama, "I have crossed lifetimes and devotions, but never before have I witnessed beauty so immutable and divinely sharp. Are you, by chance, open to light conversation and mutual ascension of spirit?"
The wind froze around him in reverence to his gall.
Azulus could nary say a word.
Meanwhile, Samael barely changed in expression. It was as if she had just seen an intriguing thing happening in front of her, but she barely cared enough to focus on it.