Graves did not move from his place. His hands remained in the pockets of his pants, strands of blue hair hung over his ocean eyes.
He wasn't in his usual mood for small talks.
The man in the stray hat straightened up. His shoulders rose once as he recovered his composure.
"I'll just have to think that our holiness loves to bluff," he murmured, and flicked both hands outward.
The golden grains reacted at once. Every particle shivered, split, and kept multiplying in rapid waves.
Light flared across the black void as the grains surged outward and locked into solid forms.
Tow towering samurais took shape. Their armor rose in layered plates of compressed gold. They had long katanas extended from their hands, with edges catching pale light of the grains.
They were taller than any human should be.
They stood several steps away and apart from each other.
Suddenly, they both moved at the same time.
