This wasn't a younger Dominus either way. It was Dominus as Oliver remembered him, with a straw hat on his head, sandals on his feet, and a loose barely passable robe about his waist. It was amazing to think that this nondescript old man was the greatest swordsman that had ever set foot in the Stormfront.
His curved blade was there too, unsheathed in his hand. That made for a frightening image. The Dominus that stood there was clearly a Dominus that was in the midst of battle. Even as a stone statue, it almost exuded power, staring down at the world through lifeless stone eyes.
