Eyes painted in a deep shade of red, with cheeks still holding dried remnants, hair scattered around like a pile of hay on a farm, and tattered, dirt-stained clothes that had endured circles of sunlight and rain for an entire mont.
No one would be able to argue that the person kneeling at the wall was anything less than a being beyond the Pseudo-Universe origin rank.
Finally raising his head from his hands, Zeras turned to look at the statue of the figure, the blood in his eyes flowing faster. The gates of the gigantic walls were opened wide, and from within, Zeras could see the ground filled with dragons, all in their human form, holding a strange golden flower which they placed at the foot of Vornek's statue.
Slowly rising from his knees, he made his way forward, the dragons opening a line for him as he arrived at the place where the flowers were arranged.
