His words, though said lightly, were like a typhoon blowing through everyone's hearts.
All noise ceased; the already quiet audience became dead silent. The silence was stifling, but the crowd paid no mind to that.
The pure white mask made of silver, with its two curved black lines, revealed his cold and calm gaze. He simply stood there, without any pomp or ceremony, without any words or actions, yet it gave people the impression that he was calmly evaluating his team.
"He… he… he said he is the White… White Commander."
Someone stuttered out, triggering an outburst.
Boom!
The commotion sounded like the crash after a massive ball of water freefell thousands of meters and spread in all directions. The sound waves rolled across the entire venue, and sensitive card artisans could even see the ripples in the air caused by the intense sound waves.
He is the White Commander...
He is the White Commander!
