Deep in the heart of Arcose's frozen tundras was a lone bunker that had remained hidden among the ice and snow. It had been abandoned for years as the chaos of the galaxy consumed the world in a flurry of change. Yet, some scorn of that old world remained buried there in that bunker. Just as it was certain that the icy winds would continue to howl: so too was it certain that hatred would bubble up and seep into the surface once more. After all: hate never truly died, and change always seemed to foster it by feeding it resentment.
To some...Hate was a choking smog that filled their lungs like a black tar that threatened to cripple them before ultimately drowning them. To others... It was a source of strength. That foul ichor only seemed to enrich those who would embrace it and push them past the brink that would otherwise claim them. To those that were fueled by the darkest and rawest of their emotions they seemingly found the power to do anything at the cost of their humanity.
...Such as find the strength to claw their way out of the ice and snow.
A furred palm slammed against the concrete wall of that bunker as a figure braced itself while they emerged from it's shadowy interior. Clad in nothing but a black cloak and a hood; the figure seemed...Unprepared to face the ice and snow that lie ahead. Yet the sharpness in those scarlet hues that remained visible beneath the cloak told a much different story. Dancing in those feral eyes was a flash of Hatred. A hint of Scorn. A dash of Fury. All seething and simmering in a cauldron of Frustration.
While others might collapse and fall.
This one would survive.
After all, the world had been eagerly awaiting her RESURRECTION
A land so cold yet so familiar, nothing here was quite like he knew but it still felt like something he had known all along. Arcose, a planet shrouded in lore and languages for which he had not the ears for. Soon enough would he actually enter a major city there was ample time for such things, truly was there no reason to rush. To discover a place he had not seen before and talk to people with a blind regard, it was refreshing if not a little frightening. Granted all that had transpired not too long ago it only felt right to embrace a new kind of environment if only for a short while.
So often was the mind limited when it did not entertain the concept of change and Sanbu had bore witness to such a consequence. To remained so stagnant and traditional, to not tap into one's full potential by accessing the unknown. It was strange, but important to be aware of as a thinking person. There were worlds beyond that which he'd seen in the galaxy, the limitations of his understanding could only reach so far if he only looked at what was just in-front of him. In this case, it was what in his line of sight that caught his interest so specifically.
Amidst the harsh tundra stood a figure he struggled to describe, their person gave the Majin a feeling unlike any other. It was not their appearance that caught him off guard but their ki. He recently was getting better at sensing it and at last he could hone in on people with increased detail. Either it was that or there appeared to be no one else to sense in the near vicinity. Regardless, Sanbu did not let his suspicions continue as he sought to investigate his target in their entirety should he be allowed.
With gradual but slow steps the man walked towards the unidentified stranger, approaching them with caution as he kept his distance still to some degree after getting close enough to them. His eyes were mere squints as this point as he tried to get a better sense for what or who he was looking at but he tried to signal his person to some degree, smiling at the individual should they manage to see Sanbu beneath their cloak. "Um... hello?"