The arrival of the Sky Clan was heralded not by a grand display, but by a serene and effortless descent from the heavens. Unlike the other clans, the Sky Clan preferred subtlety and grace over sheer spectacle, and their approach reflected that. The wind whispered through the arena, gentle and calming, as Mavis, the young master, floated down with a relaxed smile on his face.
Mavis, known for his easygoing and carefree demeanor, landed with a soft thud, his robes rippling slightly in the breeze. His silver-blue hair fell in casual waves over his shoulders, and his calm, lazy eyes held none of the intensity that others might expect from a young master. Instead, there was a sense of quiet confidence about him, as if he had nothing to prove and all the time in the world.
"That's Mavis, right? He looks... like he just woke up from a nap," one spectator whispered.
"He's always like that. Aloof, as if everything's just... easy for him," another commented.
