"Anand, it's been years, and you still haven't kicked those bad habits."
The words were spoken in a deep, resonant voice.
A powerfully built man over two and a half meters tall strode onto the bridge. He had a square face, a buzz cut, and a scar that ran the length of his right cheek. With long, purposeful strides, he crossed the threshold of the entryway in a single step.
Unlike typical Imperial Knights clad in Anti-Magic Steel Armor or Power Armor,
this man wore an ornate, modified military uniform of dark green. It appeared to be stitched from common canvas at first glance, but the unmistakable power fluctuations of an Extraordinary Creation emanated from it ceaselessly.
On his left hand, he wore three jeweled rings—one blue, one yellow, and one green—that seemed utterly at odds with his appearance.
In his right hand, he clutched a short blade—also an Extraordinary Creation.
