Nosphaleen touched down on the ground, a weapon that should have been comically too large for her resting comfortably in her palm. It looked like she had always been meant to wield it, like there was no problem at all with the fact it alone was over three meters long while she was barely a hair over half that size.
Steam was practically radiating from her body, silky strands formed of her Whale Warlord Armor dancing in the skies as though ready to be deployed in attack at any given moment.
The Fifth Prince of the Buri Clan wasn't alone. He lazily rested on a throne carried by four, his large belly leading his body. Despite the size of his gut, though, there was something particularly stocky and powerful about him, as though if he focused, he could flex this fat no less easily than anyone else could flex their muscles.
Strong.
