The girl had once encountered him in a dream.
Although to this day he knew only her name—Misu—he imagined her surname might be ancient and glorious, passed down through withering times, narrated in a deep, vicissitudinous voice—
Cadmos, an ancient admonition.
Her skin was a bronze reminiscent of sand, like the dying sun—her hair, a tidy braid, and in her pale grey eyes, a golden Dragon Flame hid.
A horizontal battle scar stretched across the bridge of her nose and cheek, a mysterious reddish-brown, exuding confidence and severity.
This was the daughter of Istania.
The familiarity in her eyes and brows, as seen by Fang Hong, conjured another shadow deep within his memory—a man standing tall and mighty as a spear, towering like a great tower—that seemed to be an ancient Mark inscribed in his bloodline that even the passage of thirty years could not erase.
This was Mazak Cadmos, the owner of Traveler's Rest today.
Could they be brother and sister? Or perhaps sister and brother?