Somewhere in the endless expanse of the crimson heaven, an Empyrean cloud spanning over two hundred thousand meters, slowly sailed across the sea.
Suddenly, it resonated with an Empyrean cloud infinitely far away. The crimson seas churned, and the world began to stretch unnaturally.
"Don't move." The Empyrean ordered, and the phenomena occurring in the world began reversing by force.
On his back were dual blades crossed.
He was a human native, and not a traitorous one like the flame daemon; however, weirdly enough, he did not have a grimoire floating behind his head.
His eyes were closed, and ever so often, his dual blades would release a light hum. The resonance was forcefully suppressed without the say of the Empyrean on the other side.
Soon after, a daemonic Empyrean was warped to this location. There was a vicious grin on its face, and there was bloodlust in its eyes.
