'Senior Minos!'
The name echoed in Vicente's mind like a thunderclap. He stood frozen in time and space, paralyzed by his thoughts as pieces of the puzzle he'd been trying to assemble fell into place.
The winged figure from Kong's memories loomed in his mind's eye. It was an image that felt both distant and unnervingly familiar—a being of power so great it seemed inexorable, yet unmistakably tied to the man who had shaped Vicente's fate.
The Celestial King depicted in Kong's memories had a striking and unmistakable form: a tall, muscular figure with six radiant wings unfurling from his back, like the embodiment of divine authority. His long, flowing white hair glimmered like starlight as it contrasted with golden eyes that burned with intensity, eyes that seemed to hold the weight of eternity itself.
Though he couldn't observe many more details, these specific features combined left no room for doubt in Vicente's mind.
