The man standing in front of him, the one wearing a toga, looked exactly like Kaisen, but something was too different about him. Though their appearances were the same, the two men were exponentially different.
Kara had a hard time looking at both of them, wondering how two people could look identical yet be so different from each other.
'It's only now I see the stark difference they have.'
The one beside her was fun and cautious, someone who looked like he'd bend his knees for survival. The one opposite her was someone who would rather stand his ground and get punished than kneel before anyone—a personality forged with an iron fist.
Both of them looked at each other without saying anything, like two cats sizing each other up in an alley. Their red eyes locked onto each other.