In an unknown place, two figures clashed in a display of raw power. The thunderous impact of their strikes shattered the silence of that strange realm.
"Hahaha, you've grown much stronger, haven't you?" one of them praised, his breath coming in heavy gasps.
"Did you think my strength would remain stagnant forever?" the opponent—a masked man—replied with a condescending sneer.
"How arrogant," the first man muttered as he shifted into a fighting stance.
"Arrogance is permitted when you have the power to back it up!" The masked man lunged forward, leaping into the air to deliver a lightning-fast kick aimed at his opponent's head.
The man swiftly raised his arm, parrying the brutal strike. "Enough with the pleasantries. Let's get serious," he challenged.
"I was thinking the exact same thing," the masked man replied, his aura sharpening with lethal intent.
Meanwhile, in another part of the world, a woman dressed in green and white looked visibly restless. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her clothes as she gazed at the horizon with anxious eyes.
"We have all felt the omens. It means... that disaster is truly coming," the black-haired woman said, her voice trembling.
"What kind of disaster are you talking about?" asked a man standing loyally by her side.
"A catastrophe so immense that it could wipe us all out without a trace."
Hearing those words, the man was stunned. "Is there no way to stop it?"
The woman lowered her head in despair, her eyes welling with tears. "There isn't. We have no way."
"I know a way to survive that disaster." A deep voice suddenly interrupted from the shadows of the room.
The woman flinched and turned quickly. "How, Sir?"
The man addressed as "Sir" stepped forward, whispering a secret plan. As the explanation ended, the look of utter despair on the woman's face vanished, replaced by a meaningful smile shared with the man beside her.
"I have already informed the others. So, let us begin," the mysterious man commanded.