The office was made entirely of swords. It was not a metaphor. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, and even the windows—everything was composed of swords. And they were not mere decorative replicas. Every single one gleamed with a razor-sharp edge, each a masterpiece that could easily be called a legendary sword.0

Amidst this chamber of tens of thousands of swords, five individuals entered: the three brothers—Myle, Anis, and Taragon—along with Keter and Katherine.0

Eslow was sitting on a throne of swords at a table also crafted of swords. His presence alone was sharper and more imposing than all the swords in the room combined.0

The moment his gaze fell upon them, Myle, Anis, Taragon, and Katherine trembled. It was not simply the weight of his authority; it was terror. A chilling sensation, as if the edge of a sword was pressed against their throats, made their hearts beat in fear.0

Whoosh!0

Without warning, Eslow flicked his wrist, tossing something through the air. It was a business card, and it flew toward Myle.0

Keter caught the card mid-air. At that moment, a glint of intrigue flickered in Eslow's gaze. The card had been infused with sword energy. If one had carelessly tried to grab it, even a Master would have lost their fingers. But Keter had caught it by the flat surface, not the edge, showing his exceptional aura sensitivity and sheer boldness.0

“So, you're the one they call Keter.”0

“Keter El Sefira greets you, Lord Eslow.”0

“You neither bow your head nor avert your gaze as you greet me. You must think you have multiple lives to spare.”0

“I'm simply too overwhelmed by your presence to move, my lord.”0

“Hah. Bold.”0

Without any warning, the suffocating pressure dissipated. The weight that had made the group breathless suddenly lifted, allowing them to exhale. They all gasped for air.0

Myle was the...0