Who are you?

When Romulus arrived, his mere presence bore down upon the onlookers with an overwhelming force, suffocating the very air around them.

No longer did they kneel.

They prostrated themselves, pressed flat against the ground, as if the weight of existence itself demanded their submission.

None among them could fathom the identity of this enigmatic being.

His name did not echo through the annals of history, nor was he whispered of in the most clandestine or ancient records of their clans and bloodlines.

In that moment, even the memory of two mere humans summoning entities of such unfathomable magnitude had not been fully been registered in their minds.

As Romulus arrived, a flicker of surprise crossed the Spirit King's face, a rare and almost forgotten expression.

For countless ages, he had maintained absolute mastery over his emotions, his composure unwavering through the passage of time.