Flames enveloped the silhouette and after a couple of minutes, reduced to reveal the person standing. It wasn't quite what Northern expected to see.
It was a figure both noble and imposing. A glowing white cloak, unmarred by battle, flowed like water around his shoulders, pinned by a silver emblem in the shape of a radiant star.
Beneath the cloak, his dark attire fit snugly, practical yet dignified, emphasizing agility without sacrificing protection.
A belt with a silver crest rested around his waist, its intricate design hinting at a heritage steeped in valor. His gauntlet-clad hand gripped the hilt of a magnificent sword, its blade forged from what seemed like liquid light.
The sword blazed with a golden radiance as if imbued with the very essence of a sun. Its ornate guard curved outward like the wings of a celestial being, framing the hilt in an intricate, golden lattice.
