Aldrich entered the Nexus, stepping into his familiar throne room, streaks of white dimensional energy arcing off his armor. Fler'Gan and Valera materialized on either side of him.
"Bah. Such a suffocating thing, this mask," said Fler'Gan, taking off his metal face plate.
"You don't have to wear it, you know," said Aldrich. "You saw Mollusk. There are plenty of people out in the new realm that don't have conventional human looks."
"Ah yes, Mollusk. He droned on and on to me about the persecution he suffered about his looks, hoping, perhaps, to find a fellow of shared traumas within me." Fler'Gan shrugged. "I care little of what mere men think of me. But I do tread cautiously around disparaging your image, O Elder."
"The world has seen geists and variants and giants under my command. You'll be the least of their worries," said Aldrich.
