Ensconced within the circular chamber, Tōga sat centered amidst the expansive pearl walls. The ancient clock's rhythmic ticking permeated the stillness, its persistent refrain marking the gradual unfurling of time.
Tōga casually whistled and swayed, interweaving his own wandering melody into the clock's endless song. As the swaying clock hands etched each moment deeper into history's woven tapestry, the slayer's thoughts drifted, painted in hues of anticipation.
Soon, the first threads of an ordained new tapestry would arrive - one interlacing his fate with an unknown trio, binding them as comrades. Tōga inhaled slowly, envisioning those destined to join this room and his journey. Who were the souls fate had selected to stand united with him in sworn kinship?
Fiery eyes flickered towards the shut door, where soon their silhouettes would appear. Though they were still strangers, Tōga knew with time they would become irreplaceable family. Patience was key; fruitful relationships require careful cultivation.
To thrive, bonds must be watered by trust grown from fighting together, sheltered by loyalty forged in shared trials, and nourished by care that sees one through their darkest hour. Tōga yearned to walk each of those paths with his new squadron.
As the minutes passed in steady procession, Tōga's anticipation swelled like the mounting finale of the clock's ceaseless melody. Yet he willed composure to his features, smoothing any revealing wrinkles of eagerness. First impressions were vital - he must start their story with dignity and restraint.
Calmness eluded Tōga,but he found serenity watching crimson strands dance gently with each breath. Amongst the circular chamber's monochrome palette, his vibrant hair was a bold declaration of the fiery spirit smoldering within.
While his Rune Knight uniform concealed it, color also lay kindled beneath the unfeeling armor. Passion painted his soul in crimson, amber, vermillion - inextinguishable hues. The disciplined veneer of an impassive sentry was required at times, but the heart of a Dragon Slayer could never be truly caged.
As the persisting clock counted down to their destined arrival, Tōga's thoughts turned inwards. He had joined the Rune Knights to harness every ounce of growth this opportunity presented, both in power and bonds.
Already he had gained so much - purpose, insight, strength. But there were still vast horizons yet unexplored, and together with his new squadron, they would venture farther than any lone journey could ever reach. All that and more awaited beyond the shut door.
@Saga Tunde