The crowd's murmurs grew louder under the shroud of the cold night, their whispers breaking into audible chatter as the figure in the flash revealed itself to be none other than Dunstan, the Gravity Astro Leader. His white hair shimmered under the faint glow of the moonlight, an ethereal contrast to the oppressive darkness.
Nyxander stood unmoved, his expression concealed beneath the shadow of his mask, his composure unshaken as Dunstan's commanding presence loomed closer.
"Hey, who are you? How did you get here, and what's your purpose?" Dunstan demanded, his voice a chord of authority that struck like a gavel in the hushed air.
"Woah, woah, slow down, friend," Nyxander replied, his hand sweeping through the air in a playful gesture. "One question at a time."
The jest only fueled Dunstan's resolve. Without warning, he became a blur of motion, a force of nature hurtling toward Nyxander with a fist aimed squarely at his chest.
