With the wind swirling around him, Haikal Emanuel hovered in the air, standing firmly on the slowly spinning Vortex Plate beneath his feet. In an instant, he shot toward William's army, the silent figure of the grim reaper floating behind him, its shadow like a curtain of death trailing his steps. As he approached, William's soldiers tensed, their breaths held, while the cold aura that Haikal brought with him spread around, gripping their hearts.
Haikal descended from the Vortex Plate with a light movement. His feet touched the ground with a grace that contrasted with the destruction he had just caused. His figure stood tall in front of William and his troops, and his previously cold face now softened, presenting an unexpectedly friendly smile.
"Hello, Mr. William, it's an honor to meet you." His voice was soft, but there was something hidden beneath that softness, something that made everyone who heard it feel a chill creeping down their spines.
