Blind To Those Closest To Us
A few minutes before the end of the Quest of the Worthy,
Amidst a sprawling square thrumming with anticipation, the towering stage stood like a beacon, adorned with the proud insignia of the World Hunter Association. From a distance, one could see the vast sea of faces—each eagerly awaiting the appearance of the world's most powerful man.
Dozens of media vans were parked in the vicinity, and helicopters were flying above to get a good angle of what was going on below.
Stepping up to the podium, the man looking in his forties emanated a magnetic presence.
His blue hair, a unique shade that had become synonymous with his identity, caught the sunlight and shimmered, making him easily distinguishable even from afar.
His chiseled jaw, complemented by a perfectly groomed mustache, gave him an air of both regality and authority.