The Stormheart
Though Sirius didn't look like much–not frail, but not overly muscular, pale, and youthful, perhaps just a couple years older than Emilio himself with shaggy, black hair, the aura of mana around him was staggering.
"If that's true, then I'm wondering how you even found me. See, the thing is, this was a classified quest–only for a top dog like yours truly, so…" Sirius said, "What the hell is your game?"
To the mana-sensitive Dragonheart, what he felt was a storm of lightning brewing around Sirius, reaching far-and-wide with an unstable power capable of ungodly feats.
'A fight would be bad. I already knew going into this that he held that absurd title, but feeling firsthand that it's not an exaggeration…I need to do this peacefully, if I can,' Emilio thought.