At a cliff's edge, which towered over the dense clouds of Miorus, an extremely handsome, pale golden haired man with elongated ears sat cross legged, donning nothing except for a dhoti.
Space around the man twisted and mended itself constantly while the palms which rested over his knees twitched frivolously as reality defying pixels of genesis flickered over his palms, assimilating into his body under his constant cultivation of his prowess in response to that bottled void and bubbling rage within his heart that only increased by the second passing; unbecoming of a person whose strengths peered into the realms higher than Miorus, which could be considered a neutral or middle realm of sorts.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm....
The twisted reality around him hummed constantly, while his own jade coloured mana constantly flared to coil and maintain a globe around him at all times.