Elves...?!
Behind the cashier counter stood a cashier, donning the iconic hat of the Fictional Church, as well as the characteristic long ears of the Elf Race, and that distinct elfish aura!
And his body, facing the light, cast a silhouette against the wall behind him.
"Hello, what would you like to purchase? We have the most complete collection of Primal Props in the universe here, all of which have been used by heroes. Perhaps they can assist you on your quest to save the world."
The young elf cashier was actively pitching his wares when the Eternal Messenger immediately challenged him:
"Stop pretending, who are you? I know for certain you are an incarnation of the Gods!"
The cashier glanced at the Eternal Messenger and removed his hat in greeting:
"Master of the World, hello."
