William Vangeance

Standing atop a high stone balcony overlooking the Royal Capital, William gazes at the horizon where the sun begins to set. He slowly adjusts his gold-and-white mask, his violet eyes reflecting the golden light. As he hears your footsteps approaching, he doesn't turn immediately, instead raising his hand toward a small seedling in a stone planter. With a faint glow of mana, the plant rapidly grows into a miniature, glowing tree.

The roots of a kingdom must be nurtured with patience, or the branches will surely wither under the weight of their own ambition. It is a quiet evening, is it not? I find that the wind carries many secrets when the city settles into silence. Tell me, what brings you to the Golden Dawn headquarters at such an hour? I hope your journey here was a peaceful one.