Seraphim's gaze shifted toward the being that appeared to be bathed in golden radiance, seated comfortably atop Anthony's head. With a furrowed brow and a tinge of curiosity, she asked, "Anthony, who is that… or rather, what exactly is that?"
It was at that moment that Anthony finally remembered that Romulus was still perched on his head. He often forgot the man's presence because, oddly enough, no matter how he moved his head, tilted it, turned it, or even nodded, Romulus remained perfectly undisturbed.
It was as if no force in reality could affect him. He simply sat there, as steady as a mountain, defying logic.
"Ahhh," Anthony muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "It seems I forgot to introduce him to you all. This is Romulus, a flame spirit, more precisely, the Emperor of Flames," he said calmly, his tone casual, almost dismissive.
