As Ryū backed away from him, he then laughed — a deep, confident, and slightly mocking sound that rolled freely from his broad chest, echoing across the cracked street and damaged buildings around them.
The laughter caused the intricate golden dragons embroidered on his dark triad Chinese emperor-style robe to catch the fading light dramatically, making them appear almost alive as they shimmered with each movement of his muscular frame.
As he walked away, his taller, more imposing body moved with casual power, one hand slipped casually into the pocket of his dark trousers while the flowing robe swayed behind him.
His red-and-gold hair shifted in the coastal breeze as he spoke over his shoulder in a relaxed yet arrogant tone, "I don't think there's any human in this world that can stand against me…
My only interest are in monsters. At least I can break a sweat fighting strong ones." His golden eyes glinted with clear dismissal as he continued walking.
