In the deepest depths of the World of Death, there are too many secrets, and countless incomprehensible occurrences.
Silently and unnoticed, a figure appeared before the seven ancient demon cities. He scanned the surroundings with suspicion, yet found nothing.
"Strange, the Ancestral Master said a strong presence had arrived. Why is there no trace left behind?"
Although he approached the seven demon cities, he dared not get too close. Staring at the Light of Killing and the surging devil fog around the Giant City, his heart felt weighed down, filled with dread.
"Swoosh."
A flash of light, and he soared skyward, transforming into a rainbow streak flying toward the distant sky.
