"Such a thing happened now? What are they playing at, exactly?"
In a world disconnected from Osiris, a voice sounded. Its owner was a man of plain appearance. There didn't seem to be anything particularly amazing about him. But, the longer one gazed upon him, the closer one would be drawn in. It felt as though the energies of the world were at peace in his surroundings.
Had Ryu been there, his Ethereal Tapestry would have seen a still lake of colors, as solid as a painting and as beautiful as the most gorgeous artistic conceptions.
He rose from his meditation, his Spiritual Sense sweeping outward. If one was too weak, it would feel no different from a breeze. But, if one was of a certain level, it would feel as though a Giant of epic proportions was gazing down at you.
