In the vast expanse of space, two enigmatic figures stood, one of them being veiled in a cloak that seemed to be woven from flowing darkness, shrouding him in an impenetrable mist.
In stark contrast, the other individual stood towering above the other individual. He had a strikingly mature and handsome visage, marked by the piercing brilliance of his azure eyes that carried an uncanny chill, and his build structure exuded an air of primal presence.
These two figures stood, hidden from the sight of the millions of soldiers, adventurers, and players walking leisurely right outside the vast, stretching dark barrier.
"Larsam, How much more time do you plan to waste?" A rough voice echoed in the emptiness of the void.
