"I thought you were going to handle it lowkey, master?" Kaelen's whisper barely carried across the space from his seat in the stadium. His lips curled into a subtle smile, betraying his bemusement at his master's actions.
It was a puzzle he couldn't quite unravel, the enigma of his master's intentions lingering like a tantalizing mystery.
Still as a statue, Nero's imposing presence filled the stadium.
Despite his penchant for secrecy in his approach to joining the sect, there existed an unwavering principle within him, a line he vowed never to cross.
The irony wasn't lost on him; the cosmic titan, who had dominated the universe for eons, now found himself in the peculiar position of absorbing teachings from a cultivator who had yet to attain the true immortal realm.
It was a scene that bordered on the surreal, the juxtaposition of power and humility playing out in a captivating dance of contrasts.
