At the grand entrance of the Monks' sprawling estate, General Monk Taro, resplendent in his gleaming golden armor, was a picture of restrained anxiety.
He paced back and forth, his eyes darting into the distance, betraying his anticipation of an expected arrival.
Time seemed to stretch until, finally, after what felt like an interminable wait, a series of figures began to emerge from the horizon, their silhouettes slowly becoming distinct against the fading light of dusk.
Recognizing the awaited party, Monk Taro's demeanor shifted instantly; his anxious pacing gave way to eager strides, and a warm, welcoming smile replaced his look of concern.
As he closed the distance, he greeted the foremost figure, the emissary, with genuine enthusiasm, acknowledging the rigors of their journey from the Sinners' Realm.
