"BEHOLD!"
The announcers were extra loud as the last man entered the grand hall.
A royal green cape draped over his shoulders, held together by a golden chain with dragon heads biting into the fabric. His crisp white shirt popped in contrast to his green vest and platinum tie. A platinum belt with a gold buckle held up his royal green slacks, matching the gold buckles of his black dress shoes.
"The God of the West! Kartzal Toseko, Master of all Poison Dragons!"
Kartzal's demeanor was the definition of reverence.
His eyes never wandered. No steps faltered or wavered. Every movement was casually calculated, all the way down to the small, humble smile adorning his face.
Soon, Kartzal claimed the middle-right throne as his own.
At the same time, the double doors were closed and the announcers readied themselves.