A drop of rain fell from the sky.
It pierced through the biting cold of the high sky.
Above the heavens, a magnificent temple could vaguely be seen rising from the ground.
Rain fell from the sky, traversed the spire of the temple, being blown afar by the wind.
On the mist-laden earth, a ray of setting sun illuminated this desolate city.
Temple, ancient castle, spiral tower...
In another area untouched by Louis and his group, a man in heavy armor knelt on the ground.
The sunlight of dawn shone through the thin mist, onto his uncovered helmet.
The corner of his mouth, stained red with blood, held a blade of dogtail grass.
A style of desolation and nonchalance naturally aligned on his face.
The ground, shrouded in shadowy power, completely dissolved, and bolts of lightning flashed, connecting heaven and earth.
The heavily injured armored warrior raised his head, looking at the figure approaching cloaked in lightning.
It started raining.
