This man, known as the God of Conflict, certainly towered over humans. He was practically a giant. He sat back, his arms resting on the arms of the chair provided by the Meereens. He grunted in silence as the crowd muttered to each other above his head. They never seemed to stay silent with their moral judgment. This man, who was the God of Conflict, was also none other than the old man, Zha Feng's sponsor.
"This young man has breezed through the entire Tower with no competition whatsoever. That all comes to an end now," Moralus said.
The white crow on his right shoulder immediately began shaking, while the dark one on the left started cawing rather proudly, as though it enjoyed what was happening.
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