"He" finally stepped out of the shadows, appearing in this ancient and dilapidated temple. When "he" revealed his true appearance, it became clear that he was not as old as he appeared to be. He looked like he was under forty, with a handsome face, marred only by a somewhat hawk-like nose, which took away from his handsomeness, and added a touch of eerie aura to his face.
His size resembled that of Majatai, fairly small. Apparently, people from their race tended to be shorter in stature. He was relatively tall among his own kind, but not taller than 1.6 meters.
Clad in a luxurious, oversized black robe, he, holding the royal scepter, appeared in the ancient temple.
Aly-dark sigh echoed within the temple.
"Why can't there ever be peace? What brings you here, esteemed guest?" The voice inside the temple was faint, filled with indescribable exhaustion and agedness.
"Mayano…" He respectfully bowed before saying, "Majatai is dead."
