As the crowd roared like waves crashing on stone, a sharp, confident figure stepped onto the platform— impossible to ignore.
Dressed in sleek black formalwear trimmed with subtle silver accents, the man cut a striking figure.
His crisp white cravat, tied neatly at the neck, fluttered slightly in the wind.
Black cat ears twitched atop his head, matching the tousled hair that crowned his sharp features.
Resting over one golden eye was a gleaming silver monocle, catching the sunlight like a glint of moonlight on glass.
His other eye, which was unobscured, gleamed with an almost playful intelligence, the slit of his feline pupil flicked from one part of the crowd to another, observing, calculating, and amused.
White gloves covered his hands as he placed one casually on the podium.
The other adjusted the small, enchanted device embedded into its surface; a magical voice amplifier also known as a magic microphone.
