Varana Gracevale, a man with beautiful long blond hair, a face that seemed sculpted to perfection, a large, strong build, and big white wings on his back that felt like proof of his purity and grace.
He was called one of the fastest Eternals in the Universe, a being well known and respected, not just in Gracevale, but in the entirety of the Light Faction.
It wouldn't be wrong to call him the face of Gracevale.
A man with many grand titles.
The Harbinger of Peace.
The Strongest of Gracevale.
The Fastest.
The Light of Gracevale.
The Auriel of People.
Even the beings from Supreme Worlds, who acted arrogantly and dismissed anyone they did not like, respected him to some extent.
A man who attracted attention no matter where he went,
And yet…
Today…
Today, for the very first time in his long existence, Varana felt what it was like to be… dismissed, to go… unnoticed.
"What did you do…?"
