2071 Mistake?

The two final Novas looked toward one another calmly, one's expression unreadable, and the other's smiling.

Xavnik was quite handsome and tall. He had slightly paler skin than most Morales, but not to the extent of Second Nova. He still carried that familiar bronzed hue, it just wasn't as forceful as the bit of coloration had its edge taken off.

His eyes were a gentle brown color and his hair was slightly stiff, though well styled. His robes were meticulously cared for, and he seemed to prefer darker colors. This was a man who dared to negotiate with an expert like Rosen Suiard, a leader of the Senate, while he was merely in the Sixth Dimension. There were clearly no faults to pick in his temperament, nor his boldness.

"Littlest Nova," Xavnik greeted with a smile, his unreadable expression suddenly becoming amiable.