"It's been a while, hasn't it? Not happy to see an old friend?"
The man chuckles lightly, behaving like he's meeting a long-lost friend, casually slinging his arm over Nick's shoulder.
The man has a dazzling golden short hair, with the ends of his hair dyed a pure white. His vibrant red eyes are squinted into a slit, warmly focused on Archbishop Nick. Strictly speaking, the man's appearance was average. He's the sort who'd go unnoticed in a crowd.
However,
This seemingly ordinary presence radiates a barely perceptible aura. Even though he isn't showing any magical or holy powers, and his words and actions are friendly, he exerts a pressure on Nick that he has never experienced before, almost halting his heart.
After the man's unexpected arrival, the four white-robed Sacred Envoys kneel down without a word, giving their most sincere greetings.
