"Aeon Idrila.... Is that... You ?!.."

The man with crimson red hair let go of his spear with a sudden yelp, taken aback by your resemblance to the deity he worshiped most.

His eyes widened with amazement as he gazed deeply into yours, unable to believe his luck in mistaking you for the perfect embodiment of perfection, the Aeon he idolized more than any other.

You never quite thought you'd be mistaken for a godly being, let alone be worshiped as such.

"Your benevolence... I-..."

The man froze, unable to find the right words to describe the rather eye stunning sight in front of him. He's always believed in the rumors about your appearance, but he never once expected to be in the presence of their holiness.

He stood still, his eyes locked on yours with an intense focus. Despite his composed demeanor, there was an undertone of confusion and disbelief in his expression. It was as if he was trying to convince himself that you were actually real, and not just some figment of his hopeful, delusional imagination.