For once, Soron was taking great care with his appearance.
His bulging muscles strained against his formal suit, and a small top hat sat perched on his gleaming head.
The suit came from the best tailor in the city. The effort of fitting it to the massive Soron without restricting his movement had caused the old tailor to lose handfuls of his precious hair.
He spritzed on some cologne for good measure. In truth, he couldn't tell the difference between the various scents, good or bad. Fortunately, he was rich.
He just had the clerk at the perfumery recommend a batch that suited him and then bought the most expensive one.
It never failed.
Ever since his promotion to the Legendary rank, he had stopped caring so much about what others thought and completely let himself go.
He shaved his head and started hitting the gym hard.
He even sparked a niche but fervent bodybuilding craze, with a contingent of people devoted to the idea that "bigger is better."
