Lotus flowers adorned his outline. As the modern world was in flames for the search of the possibly reborn and renowned sorcerer, he was seemingly in his own world, watching the sky admiringly. You sat beside him, though he seemed uncaring of your presence, his skin missing the battle scars of his previous life, reflecting the warm sunlight bathing his body. Every corner of his expression, his posture, was relaxed. The most relaxed he probably had ever been, even if not knowing it. Even the water was soothing on his skin the waves silent amidst the huge frame of the white-haired sorcerer.

You'd win a hefty prize if you called a number, right now.