Caine's nine rings took shape behind him, and at their center, his radiant, coiled silver star dragon manifested.
His wings erupted from his back, tearing his robes apart as a calm ripple of strength echoed outward.
By habit, he slicked his long hair back and exhaled slowly. His eyes panned over the avatars assembled in front of him, observing them all.
He analyzed each one, his gaze effortlessly piercing through their strengths and weaknesses without much struggle.
He sighed. 'It's pointless.'
His rings began to vanish as his wings retracted and the star faded. Light and airy white robes draped over him as he turned around and began walking toward the grand tree that stood before the Pond of Serenity.
His steps echoed, accompanied by the faint flutter of his robes. The world seemed to hold its breath, frozen in place, as if observing each and every one of his movements.
Caine slowly sat down, leaning his back against the tree.
