As Orion relaxed and traversed the folds of existence like the true royal he was born to be, greater powers worked in silence as schemes spanning through generations finalised.
Hidden in the chaos Heavens, within a sealed Legacy realm, two beings calmly sat cross legged around a small stone table.
One was a man that seemed to be in his late thirties. He had long dark multicoloured hair tied in a perfect bun, a dark beard and eyes that contained sixteen spinning pure white rings, a sign of his terrific foundation.
His face seemed to be sculpted by the very definition of perfection as his jaw was of a manly symmetric definition and his brows sharper than a sword's edge.
His handsomeness transcended what even Chaos cultivators could fathom as a mere glimpse of his enveloppe could make any of them go mad.
His powerful, bulky muscles were tightly hugged by tanned skin covered in a myriad of archaic runes.
