45- A Taste Of Reality

"Intriguing, isn't it?" A diminutive figure, standing at a mere 50 centimeters in stature, pipes up with a voice that carries an air of mischief and cunning. His fingers brush against the ground as if tethered to the very essence of the portal he's manipulating. His presence is an oddity, a juxtaposition of power and smallness that disrupts the onlookers' equilibrium. A sardonic smile curls upon his lips as he addresses the gathered crowd, a mocking glint in his eyes.

"Well, well, well, look at what we've stumbled upon—quite the spectacle," he quips, his voice laden with a mix of amusement and disdain. His gaze fixates on the scene before him, where the aftermath of the confrontation with Project5 is apparent. A sense of victory dances in the air, as though he's relishing in the downfall of the mighty.

A youthful figure, exuding an air of refinement and confidence, steps forward to voice his incredulity. A single strand of emerald hair casually drapes across his right eye, a streak of