Meeting With The King...

It was a middle-aged man sitting on nothing but the empty air, his long white hair gently floating behind him. He was in a cross-legged motion in the air, both arms spread apart from him and a strange green colored ball inscribed in various runic lines on it.

They all stood at the feet of the small high-rising staircase which spread all the way to the high dais where the man was floating mid-air and they both stood in silence until suddenly blue light flared brightly from his body, looking more like two straight beams of light, which Khan could say came out of his eyes.

Gently he landed on the ground, the runic balls having strangely disappeared from his palms. And slowly he turned to look at them and Khan finally saw who it was. It was none other than the King of the Cyrions.