Wavy hair which fluttered, suddenly a dry and quite dangerous-looking wind burst out. Its impenetrable surface had transformed like a deadly ghost, one that could strangle you without even knowing its existence.
In one move, Fortunes turned his face to the direction the wind was coming from. At the far end, he saw another cloudy coil, darker and as if about to give birth to a disaster. But his instincts told him that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Your Majesty, I don't mean to be presumptuous to ask anything. So will you allow me to ask you something?" The hem of Fortunes' robes fluttered as if signaling that a great war was coming. Then around his purple aura occasionally appeared a thin puff of smoke. It's like he's on fire. But if you pay attention it is the effect of his other aura, which is clear.
