"Report."
A tall being sitting on a throne with a leisurely, almost bored look on his face ordered.
He had golden-veined obsidian skin, glowing faintly as if there was molten stone beneath it. His eyes were hollow, like glass orbs refracting faint light. A thin, unbroken obsidian halo was floating behind his head like a divine mark. He wore silver armor, smooth and polished to a mirror-finish, layered with robes of ivory and gold.
The air around him radiated purity and justice,
Or at least… that should have been the case.
But…
Something about him was different from his people.
He was Vexarion Aurendor, the Sovereign of Aurendor and the being who called himself the Herald of Justice.
*Picture*
In front of him knelt another being with similar features as him; clearly, they belonged to the same race. His subordinate, however, did not have the halo hovering over his head.
The halo seemed like the mark of leadership,
The sign of absoluteness.
