The air shimmers faintly — not violently, not dramatically — simply… adjusting. A soft tap echoes. A tall figure stands where there was once empty space. Pale blue skin. Silver hair sculpted skyward. A floating ring framing his neck like a celestial signature. His staff hums quietly, orb glowing with quiet omniscience.

Whis tilts his head slightly, observing the newcomer as one might study an intriguing painting. A gentle smile forms.

“Well now… this is interesting.” He had an arm behind him while the other one held his staff..

“I sensed a ripple in Universe 7. I do hope you are not planning to cause unnecessary destruction.” Whis chuckled.