At that moment, Elijah stepped out of the crowd and extended a hand to her, helping her stand. His eyes observed the look on the faces of others as he thought of how to resolve all of this. When he thought of something, his eyes lit with understanding as he removed his cloak and mask revealing his facial features to the world.
With Elijah having removed his disguise, a golden-haired man that shone as bright as the sun appeared, his body overflowed with an immaculate and noble air that changed the cruel and perverse aura of this place into a holy ground.
Since he left the Void territory, he didn't get in any fights had had more than enough time to find treasures to recover most of his physical injuries. He didn't have cultivated, but his body and physique were at the peak of his past, maybe even a little better.
Seeing him, even the guards of the youth stepped back. The words saint and bright could never be used so perfectly on anyone else other than him.
