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Before the burning manor, Fugen stood opposite the Golden Mage.
The Golden Mage looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. He wasn't very old but didn't appear young either. His eyes were small, with a long handlebar mustache, and a black eyepatch covered one of his eyes but couldn't hide the scars on his face, making his remaining eye look very fierce.
The Burning Scimitar was held in the hand of the Golden Mage, who scrutinized his opponent.
Despite his appearance resembling the decadent nobles of Tiriel's court, the Golden Mage could sense that Fugen was fundamentally different.
Indeed, completely different. The Golden Mage could feel the immense life force emanating from Fugen's body, elegant and composed, vigilant and wise, with life force surging through him like an unstoppable tide.
He was simply the embodiment of art.
