"Hurry up! Bring out all your best wine." Kilostar and Bertulu were seated facing to each other on an oceanic island, a stone table in front of them.
On one side was the skinny and swarthy Kilostar, dressed in that silver cape of his. On the other side was a white-robed, white-haired youth. The two had completely different looks and auras as well. Kilostar's aura was rather valiant and explosive, whereas Bertulu's aura was much warmer and more radiant. He was like the warmth of the sun, bringing comfort and friendliness to all who saw him.
"That's more like it." Kilostar grabbed the gourd of wine that had appeared on the stone table, lifted it up high, then began to guzzle it all down.
"Alright, alright. There's no need for you to be this angry, Kilostar." Bertulu let out a laugh.
