That same man stepped into view, wearing black and silver robes of impossible refinement.
The fabric shimmered faintly with intricate weaving, each folds catching the light. A shiny ornament of obsidian and silver fastened at his collar extended outward in delicate chains that attached to his sides, like the ribs of some divine beast.
His long black hair flowed freely behind him, blowing slightly in the wind like one of those hair commercials, and cascaded like water through the air.
Gasps echoed throughout the plaza. A ripple of unease, reverence, and awe spread through the crowd like a wave.
Behind him trailed Lee Jaha, his usual silent and composed self, scanned the crowd like a hawk eyeing its prey. He too looked like a finely carved statue, exuding a silent strength that would make any common man tremble by his mere presence. His handsome yet beautiful features complimented his dusty purple and black robes that matched perfectly with the paleness of his hair and eyes.
