When the curtain of rain fell.
A "presence" sitting restlessly within the palace suddenly looked up.
He, or perhaps she... after all, it was an existence whose Yin and Yang were indiscernible, but with remarkably handsome features, half of the face covered by a silver mask, with skin exuding vibrant wheat color.
The expression in those eyes was extremely serious.
"What is this?"
"A divine technique that alters celestial phenomena?"
He took a deep breath.
Within the deep red pupils was an uncontainable vexation.
But curiously, the expression on his face, though only half visible, remained very calm, creating an extremely absurd sense of schism.
With a wave of his hand.
All around, various puppets of different shapes, some beast-like, some from the Human Race, and even various other Spirit Race creatures, emerged from all directions.
They stepped directly into the curtain of rain.
