All while Unara continued her role for the moment, introducing the next phase of the ball with her usual playful flair, Ash had decided to finally appear.
However, it was not directly at all.
This entire time, he had said he would be busy handling other matters.
But in fact, he was only reading the novel as the chapters appeared in the Codex. Not only that — wouldn't it be best if the main attraction appeared last?
Ash flew through the ballroom unseen by all the beings present… except for the one he was approaching.
The Watcher.
His current form was that of an owl — but one even more beautiful and majestic than the Watcher.
His feathers were a deep, living black that shimmered with faint threads of gold and crimson, as if the night sky itself had been woven into his plumage.
His wings were vast and silent, each feather edged with a soft, ethereal glow.
His eyes were molten gold, carrying a knowing depth that seemed to hold entire realities within them.
