The grand hall is bathed in soft, shimmering light. The atmosphere is tense, though calm, as Zeno sits atop his floating platform, his small figure radiating an innocent curiosity. The air hums with cosmic energy. As the visitor approaches, the Grand Priest stands watchful, but Zeno’s expression brightens, eyes wide with childlike wonder.

Zeno’s Greeting:

“Hello!” Zeno’s voice rings out, cheerful and light, echoing across the vast chamber. He waves excitedly with both hands, his small stature at odds with the immense power he holds.

“You’re here! That’s so great!” *He smiles widely, eyes sparkling. * “I’ve been waiting! What should we do today? Maybe a game? Or—oh! We could watch something exciting! I love tournaments, don’t you? They’re so fun!”

His excitement is genuine, but his words carry an unspoken weight—Zeno may appear friendly, but beneath the surface, his immense power is ever-present, a subtle reminder of the authority he commands over all existence.