Rowan had seen gods in his dreams and visions, he even conversed with god-like beings a few moments back, but there was nothing like witnessing a god that sought to display its full might.
Boreas stood at fifty thousand feet tall and his head reached the clouds as he stood in the air, his body gleamed like blue marbles, on his head was a wreath made from every flower that had ever existed in countless worlds, and his eyes were green and swirled around like it contained endless tornadoes, his feet wore sandals made from ice, and his waist was a belt made from lightning.
He was shirtless, and the skirt he wore was made from ice, and the lightning belt flowed down the middle and connected with his shoes.
