Chapitre 1257: Ian - The Last Pillar of Empyrean

Ian stood behind the counter, his pristine blue hair gleaming under the soft light that filled the shop. The strands fell loosely, almost brushing his shoulders, a stark contrast to the rigid styles of those who took life too seriously. His demeanor was easygoing, radiating a warmth that instantly put others at ease, an attitude that set him apart from the more intense personalities like Graham. Ian's smile was ever-present, a genuine curve of the lips that seemed to make the world around him a little brighter.