In the open cavity that was the underground temple of the Espada Clan, the masked swordmasters gazed upon the heavens whose skies were consumed by the rumbling black storm.
At the center was a spheroid of dense Aether, left behind by the Microcosm of their teacher, Emyprean Thunderburst.
"Once dragged into the Microcosm, there's only one path forward. That is certain death." One of the masked swordmasters remarked, staring at the dense spheroid.
"We have won... The Espada Clan has regained its honor. Our greatest humiliation, the Rogue Blade, has been shattered into pieces."
Before any of them could celebrate, the dense spheroid in the center of the rumbling black storm unravelled. A bright light pierced from the inside, blinding as the brilliance of creation.
It originated from a tiny crack in the sphere of dense aetheric matter, yet it was enough. The masked swordmasters watched as the Microcosm of their teacher shatter.
