As his eyes scanned its face, Rattan instinctively took a step back. The being's features weren't static; they were in constant flux, shifting with every blink of an eye. In one unsettling moment, Rattan even caught a fleeting reflection of his own face among the myriad of changing visages.
He was about to blurt out "Who are you?" but stopped himself. A profound sense of familiarity washed over him, a recognition deep in his soul. "Guardian... is that you?" Rattan asked, his voice barely a whisper. The colossal figure nodded.
Rattan started to drop to his knees, a deferential reflex to such an immense and familiar presence, but found he couldn't. Instead, he saw Phantom extend a hand, a clear invitation for Rattan to simply sit so they could talk.
