The crowd's head swiveled to the entrance of the walkway once more.
There, followed by an escort of two elderly figures, was another youth with the same purple hair as the others, his eyes a tapestry of colors—red, blue, gold—they swirled in dizzying fashion, yet mesmerizing all the same.
He stood tall, at least 7 feet from my vantage point, his body compact and well-built, with eight horns twisted into the shape of a glorious crown jutting out of his head.
Yet, that wasn't what was impressive about him. No. The impressive thing would be his aura.
Even though he wasn't actively releasing it, the very air around him was having trouble being still.
I could feel it. He was still one to be considered within the same stages of power as the others, as he hadn't yet crossed into the level of manifesting his self-made laws, but he was close, very close.
"Interesting…" I couldn't help but smile as the monkey finally made his exit.
This was going to be fun to watch.
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