Thud!
All heads turned towards the doorway as a towering figure filled the entrance. He was a giant of a man, easily exceeding two meters in height, his broad shoulders straining against the seams of his armor. His most striking feature, however, was the shimmering distortion that surrounded him—Roma, the master of invisibility.
"Oh, sorry, little girl," he rumbled, his voice surprisingly deep for someone who seemed to constantly exist on the periphery of vision. He extended a hand towards Aesira, his posture apologetic despite his imposing size.
Aesira, whirled around, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "You big dude with your useless power of invisibility, Roma!" she exclaimed. "You could at least try to see where you're going! Don't you have any depth perception?"
"Okay, okay, I said I was sorry… It's not like I did it on purpose."
