Five figures moved swiftly through the Void Beyond the Realm, their passage tearing faint scars into space itself. Within minutes, they reached the edge of the vast landmass. Their combined auras burned brighter than suns, each presence vast enough to warp the air around them.
At the head of the group walked their leader—a man both regal and fearsome, burdened by sacred duty and unshakable conviction. His short white hair was roughly kept, more soldier's discipline than vanity. Scars marked his bronze skin, testaments to centuries of battle, but one stood out among them: a glowing turquoise line that cut diagonally across his face.
