Bab 1821: Who?!

"… I came here to battle with my fists, not my words. What a mess." 

A tall young man, standing at about 6'9 suddenly appeared at the center of the hall. Long flowing dark violet hair reached to the small of his back, but his face was obscured by a dark mask that seemed to absorb all light… 

Over the shoulder of his beautifully embroidered lavender colored robes, a small cauldron of black, silver and gold bobbed up and down excitedly, like a small child enjoying a completely new scene. 

"Sorry about this little guy, he doesn't seem to want to stay in my spatial ring." 

"Who are you?!" 

It was honestly hard to tell who spoke first, but it seemed that the Shruti Empire was capable of being united when faced with a common enemy, so at least that was a plus. Maybe it wasn't entirely a lost cause.