Building A Clan. 5

Pana stood still with his arms crossed behind him as soon as Trent materialized and landed. Trent found himself on a large metallic platform, before him was Pana, his huge back blocking much of Trent's view. And he was glaring down at an exposure of light rays that seemed to be coming from what would likely be a stadium or such.

"I knew you would be here any moment once I heard your fake bird fluttering behind me. How did you sleep?" Pana's voice was awfully deep and weary, as though he hadn't slept at all. The silhouette of his horns cut through the dark atmosphere like gate paths, and his muscular figure seemed barely contained within his clothes.

Trent walked towards him while the minotaur spoke again. "How peacefully did you sleep, knowing that you had just disrupted the total structure and build of this world you somehow found your way into?"