It was early morning, and the shops in the Celestria Kingdom were finally opening. The entire kingdom buzzed with activity.
People walked to and fro, their footsteps echoing through the cobbled streets.
Children's laughter rang out as they played, while street vendors loudly hawked their goods.
The capital was alive, bustling and vibrant.
High above, Grey hovered silently in the sky, his eyes squinting slightly as he took in the scene below.
These people, they weren't his enemies. And Grey would never harm them.
No, he absolutely refused to hurt any of these individuals. The ones he was about to strike were—
His gaze shifted into the distance.
Soldiers were flying towards him, using their Grimoires, some standing on platforms like Grey's, others with glowing wings sprouting from their backs from their Grimoires.
Either way, they were all flying and quickly closing in on him.
