The once crisp, data-filled screen flickered as it began to change, shifting from abstract figures to the unfolding game. It hadn't officially started yet, but already, something caught the attention of everyone in the room. In the desert biome, a lone figure stood, barefoot, on the sun-scorched sand. He wore a heavy, flowing white cape that billowed in the dry wind, a cross emblazoned across his back. It was eerily familiar—his outfit was strikingly similar to Aether's.
The man stood motionless for a moment, his silhouette casting a long shadow over the barren wasteland. Then, with a theatrical flair, he removed a microphone from beneath his cloak. But this wasn't just any microphone—it had an unmistakable presence, its deep hum reverberating in the room as it activated.
