The commotion in the area as far as the eye could see turned to a deafening silence.
It didn't matter if it was kids, adults, or elders. Nobles, merchants, or common folk.
All froze and beheld Magnus as he stood tall atop his massive steed.
They were all of course shook by the immense entrance of the young man.
Sin's left brow finally lowered, nearly cramping while it was up there.
All lowered their gazes lightly, fear crawling up their spines.
'Just who is this guy?' Sin mused, 'I still don't know about his identity.'
Magnus hopped off of the horse, landing on the ground with an overly powerful crash that was clearly on purpose.
With a serious and stern look on his face, he walked straight forward and toward the entrance of the marquee. His strides were long and confident, his hands tucked into his pockets.
His white horse abruptly disappeared into a mist of white dust before getting sucked into one of his rings.
