At dawn, the sky hung heavy with gray clouds as I stood at the appointed place, as per the letter's instructions. The world was still, everyone else lost in slumber, a testament to the purpose behind this early meeting. Waiting patiently, I anticipated the arrival of the lady from the infirmary. Suddenly, without warning, my barrier surged with energy, crackling to life.
Before me stood a shadowy figure, their dagger sparking dangerously close to my eye. Meeting the threat with a steady gaze, my eyes glowed a brilliant blue in the dim light. It was clear the attacker was skilled; they deftly absorbed the impact, seamlessly transitioning into a defensive stance.
"I heard the Royal Alchemist's first son possessed spatial magic—a barrier that shields him from harm at all times," the dark figure taunted with a hint of amusement.
"The once peaceful World will gradually begin to change....not driven by peace and happiness but by the hunger for power and survival......."