The young figure on the golden throne slowly stood up.
He appeared very young.
He wore a luxurious robe interwoven with platinum, with patterns like liquid metal sun flowing on its surface.
His naturally hanging left hand bore a dark golden glove inlaid with seven crimson crystals.
His long hair, white as frost and snow, was gathered in a crystal crown mingling blue and gold, and his face was covered by a mask forged from gold.
A dense pattern of sun markings spread across it, starting from a vertical eye-like groove in the center of the brow, flowing from light gold to fiery white, refracting dawn-like brilliance under the sunlight.
Large swathes of thunder and currents swirled around him, and the heavenly light descending on the Wind Plain clustered around him, enveloping his entire body in an indescribable dazzling golden hue.
