"Looks like it all worked out in the end."
Amid the thick darkness stood a man. He had white hair and his body was radiating so much light that his immediate surroundings were illuminated by it.
Bright white light pervaded where he stood, and even though it was like a little flicker compared to the darkness, the light had a defiant glow that exceeded the intensity of the pitch-black world it inhabited.
"It feels good to be back."
This man was smiling. His eyes had a lot of colours swirling within, and every ounce of his being represented pure power.
His outfit was a simple white cloak, along with an inner shirt and a simple pair of trousers. He was barefoot, but even his skin had a magnanimously sublime feel that made it seem like it was woven by the world's greatest fabric.
No, not even that could compare to its beauty.
The beautiful form of this being was without measure—without equal.
He appeared to be an everlasting sea of bountiful greatness.
