Every Empyrean had experienced hundreds, if not thousands, of death battles to finally nurture an Empyrean Cloud.
Now, before his very gaze, there was one who did not even experience a dozen slaughters.
The Empyrean clouds locked in place, transforming into a vast battle cloud of nearly four hundred thousand meters!
Thrum!
A deep hum spread across the battle cloud.
The moment it sounded, Anon felt the weight of mountains crushing down onto him. The two blades on Eclipse's back trembled and slowly clicked out of place before lightly falling into his grip.
Empyrean Eclipse, armed, looked toward his opponent.
This was a swarthy-skinned youth, an anomaly capable of devouring everything other soul clouds had to offer, and nurturing his own at the fastest theoretical speed.
He looked at the space behind the youth's head to see what kind of aura his grimoire held, but what he saw was an empty space.
