The night sky had turned crimson. Naturally, it was because of the reflection of the Crimson Temple's light, glowing like a massive flame in the heart of the city.
Above it, right where the air shimmered from the heat, a dark rift split open in the sky.
From the depths of the darkness, a figure emerged. His face was shattered like that of a broken monster, and his body was cracked like half-burned charcoal. From between those cracks, the light of death gleamed, as if he was a piece of hell that had descended to earth.
Behind him, dozens of other monsters appeared, each surrounded by terrifying and powerful auras.
The sound of the wind echoed through the sky, and the city beneath them fell into absolute silence.
Naturally, that figure was none other than Daniel. He had altered his face to look exactly like the monsters he had seen in the Canyon. In truth, he hadn't planned to do this, but he decided to just in case.
