His body was bare from the waist up, revealing a perfectly sculpted frame, while below, he wore nothing but a long piece of pristine white cloth wrapped around his waist.
The fabric twisted downward in a loose spiral, covering him to the knees before ending in a simple, roughly cut edge.
Yet despite floating high in the air, the cloth didn't flutter in the slightest, almost as though some unseen force kept it perfectly still.
His entire body seemed to radiate a faint white glow.
His skin was visibly pale, though not in any sickly sense.
If anything, it was the kind of flawless pallor that seemed almost too perfect to belong to a mortal being.
Long, soft golden hair fell around his shoulders, matched by equally golden lashes framing his brilliant silver eyes.
And floating above his head, perfectly fixed in place, was a glowing white halo.
"Perceptive as always, my King."
