Thalnor—or rather, the person who appeared to be Thalnor—strode confidently through the village, the nervous villagers glancing at him uneasily as they led him toward Vesperin. Every step exuded the cold, haughty air that Thalnor was known for, but beneath the flawless disguise, Lucas, disguised using the Divine Mask of Thalnor, was suppressing a flicker of annoyance.
Inside his mind, Lucas's thoughts churned. "I had to burn through a decent chunk of mana from the Mana Storage just to make this mask a 6-star," he muttered internally, frowning as he walked. He wasn't pleased about using so much power on what felt like a temporary façade.
[Oh, come on, relax, Host. This was all necessary for your grand plan, wasn't it?] the system's voice echoed, dripping with its usual arrogance. [You wouldn't want to slip up just because Thalnor didn't feel quite as powerful as he should, right?]
