Standing in the middle of the forest, covered in a hooded shawl, and hidden in the shadows, was someone lurking just moments before Keiko's victory. They watched everything unfold as a familiar old man with black and gold robes, cat ears, and sigils beneath his eyes stood next to them.
"She is powerful." The old man muttered before narrowing his eyes as they witnessed Keiko effortlessly handle the Skinwalkers. "More than I expected… even at this age."
The hooded figure kept her gaze fixed on the scene.
"She is untrained, yet her instincts are sharp. She already has the respect of the Swamp and Forest creatures… and she thinks quickly under pressure."
The man couldn't believe his eyes, it was truly a miracle standing before him.
"Everything you said must be true. She is unbound by the laws of this world; that child… she might be more than we can comprehend."
