Cael had met many strong people in his life: his invincible older brother, his Father, and even the strongest mage in the Kingdom, Sir Thelwin.
Each one had a certain presence. His older brother, whom he believed was invincible, had a confident presence as if everything was going on just as planned.
His Father's presence was like a steady mountain that would not move, no matter the elements that came his way, as befitting the shield of Norvaegard.
Sir Thelwin's presence was one filled with wisdom, as expected of the oldest and strongest mage in the kingdom.
Yet the two before him had dwarfed the presence of all of those he had met. The one standing in an upright manner with his hands behind his back had a presence like a mountain peak, in which one could see no end.
The other one, who was sitting down with an amused smile, also had a powerful presence; it was like millions of blades pointed at you, one wrong move and you'll be cut in two.
