A voice came from above her. Looking up, what she saw was a young man waiting for her,
kneeling on one knee atop a giant motorway sign.

His hair is long, unkempt and so white that it appears transparent. His gaze is sharp like a steel blade, and the red stone buried in his exposed chest similarly projects an enthralling lustrousness. But what draws the eye more than anything else is what is wrapped around—or rather, has become fused with—his entire body: a set of golden armor that gives off a divine radiance.

- Vol. 1 Ch. 3