In the meantime, the second Prometheus stepped into the magic world, an individual engulfed in billowing grey energies rose from his intricately carved throne. Loud noises echoed in the dimly lit place. Flickering shadows danced on his face as his upper lips rose in dissatisfaction.
"Who's foolish enough to enter my territory?! Is it one of these beasts again?" He spat, gritting his teeth in hate.
Closing his left eye, he gazed towards the energy signature, his vision piercing buildings, rivers and mountains alike until it landed on a forest by a small village in the Belloria kingdom. He then observed Andreas, his frown deepening.
"This idiot disappeared for a year only to bring with him a magus back?"
As his words echoed, the delicately carved columns supporting the vast dome he stood in shook, raising billowing dust everywhere. The noise of old bones cracking reverberated next, breaking under the pressure the individual passively exuded.
