Within Anthony's Mirror Dimension, he floated serenely, untouched by the stares around him. Eyes from every direction gazed upon him, some with reverence, as though beholding a divine being; others with admiration, captivated by his appearance. Yet, none of it held meaning for him.
Their stares, their thoughts, they were all the same to him. He remained detached, indifferent to it all.
Before anyone could utter a word, Grand Marshal Alaric stepped forward, his deep laughter echoing through the hall.
"Ha ha ha ha! From the very moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were destined for greatness"
He spoke, stepping forward with confidence that matched the warmth in his smile.
Anthony turned his gaze toward the Grand Marshal, his expression unreadable.
'I've never seen you before in my life, old man'
Anthony thought silently, but wisely kept the words to himself.
After all, the man was a Grand Marshal, and deserving, at the very least, of a measure of respect.
