The figure descending from the sky brought an immense pressure to everyone there, not even the audience was able to do anything besides standing and staring at it
A man clad from head to toe in shining golden armor floated just above the ground, right at the center of the group.
The magus looked thin and short, but the power radiated by his presence spoke louder than his appearance. Several magical artifacts floated all around him, while his helmet and boots had a pair of ornate, golden wings that sparkled in the light.
Emery and the others stared at him, trying to guess who this Magus really was. Were they truly part of the Earth, just like the Abbot and the king in front of them, or were they something else.
But, his question was answered right as the two's eyes met, the hostility in their eyes was a clear answer of where their allegiance lied. In other words, they were not on friendly terms.
