No one expected Leonel to begin the proceedings so abruptly, least of all Clarence. But at the end of the day, he realized that being subservient at this point would do them no good. It would only kill their own momentum for little to no reason. The more mysterious and all-knowing Leonel seemed, the more they would benefit.
He could already sense the shift in the gazes of the participants, some of them even sporting frowns. Seeds of caution sprouted in their hearts as they all vanished.
…
Void Dream Pavilion.
A man with skin that looked like reflective glass, displaying the stars and galaxies within, slowly opened his eyes.
He didn't seem enraged, but the expression of such a Race was hard to read to begin with. If one really wanted to know, all they had to gaze upon were the rising number of supernovas dotted across his body.
But soon, even those calmed.
