Ryu's descent from above seemed like a man asking for death. However, the vision of splattered blood and gore never occurred. In fact, the sound of Ryu's feet touching the ground was so soft that many almost doubted their ears. Was it possible to fall from such a height soundlessly?
In that moment hundreds of thousands of gazes focused on the visage of a young man that seemed carved of heavenly gems. His sharp jaw, his high cheek bones, his boundless aura, each felt otherworldly to an unimaginable level. Unfortunately, Ryu hadn't reached a realm where he was capable of withdrawing his strength, so every step he took made it feel as though he was orchestrating the beating hearts of those watching him.
The black leather robes Ryu forged for himself only refined his aura all the more so. The presence of the Third Order beast he forged his clothes from hadn't dissipated, making him seem particularly wild despite the calm expression on his features.
