The Forgotten Name

Wain looked around and saw a silhouette in a gray robe in the distance. The figure in the space sat on the clouds in a lotus pose with his back to Wain.

'There's my opponent.' Wain thought. A terrifying and powerful aura emanated from this silhouette, and Wain felt the same energy as from the bone gate.

Wain stepped forward, and to his surprise, he could also stand on the clouds but already on the dark clouds. He strolled towards the silhouette, and when Wain was halfway, the figure similarly stood up and turned to face him.

This man was dressed in a spacious gray robe with the image of a white dragon on it. In appearance, it was a tall man with long ashy hair reaching his waist. This man's skin was gray.

One eye of the man was white, and the other was black. In this man's hands was a simple-looking, completely rusted sword. But, all this paled before the most remarkable detail of his appearance.