[//WORLD-CLASS EXISTENCE RECOGNIZED.//]
["Boros"] [Class: Arbiter of Magic] [Designated Lv: 100]
The light-engulfed figure towered with a staff made of perfect, snow-white wood in his hand, though it more so resembled a tree turned into such a tool. It was difficult to see the stranger's face past their obscuring, heavenly robes, only the pale beard that descended.
"I'm Leon Schoeller," he announced, looking up at the towering presence. "What's up?"
The immense figure peered down at him with no discernible eyes past his hood, "Leon Schoeller, you have committed the act of manifesting the forbidden element."
"Forbidden? Hey, nobody told me it was against the law–" Leon protested.
"Do not speak."
The words that boomed from the towering figure's mouth were not a suggestion, as Leon found himself completely incapable of uttering the most meager of sounds. He grabbed at his throat, capturing a sensation as though his own thoughts were seized in his neck.
