His gait was elegant and imposing.
He wore a beautiful, sumptuous white tunic with silver trim, embroidered with beautiful black designs resembling tree leaves.
His long, straight white hair had a few black strands and moved slightly as he walked.
He was slender and tall.
He wore a mask that covered his eyes and forehead, yet no one could deny his beauty. He was undoubtedly handsome, with his sharp nose and pink lips.
His white skin was flawless, giving him a divine or ethereal appearance.
He had power at the starting point of the eighth rank, from the demonic perspective.
He had power at the initial stage of the eighth circle of mana, from a human perspective.
Lenard Trismegisto sat down and waved his right hand slightly, covered by a white silk glove.
Everyone understood the signal of approval, bowed one last time, and sat back down.
After they sat down, none of the five uttered a single word.
