Moments later, gasps swept through the gathering crowd. From within, a tall, burly figure emerged—a distinguished purple-skinned Abyssal Demon, draped in robes of dusk-silver, his black horns polished obsidian, crowned with delicate chains of ethereal gold.
It was none other than the Proprietor of the Obsidian Spirit Hall himself. The hall's owner approached Ace at a brisk pace, head lowered slightly—a gesture of unexpected humility in the Myriad Hollow.
"Honored guest," The proprietor intoned, his voice a practiced blend of respect and calm power, "Please forgive the momentary offense. The hall was unaware of your… distinguished presence. May I personally escort you inside?"
Before Ace could reply, the proprietor stepped aside and gestured grandly, while the guards bowed deeply, averting their eyes from the cloaked figure.
Around them, whispers rippled like a living tide.
"Who is this person to have been personally welcomed by the Hall Proprietor?!"
