In the vast dark forest stretching endlessly in every direction, the sky above remained a dull grey, heavy and oppressive.
In one part of the forest, something moved.
A shadow leapt from one tree branch to another with inhuman speed. His figure blurred with each movement, barely visible even in daylight. A young man was running– no, he was rather flying through the canopy.
His black hair was slightly long and messy, whipping wildly in the wind. Dirt smeared his pale skin, dulling it from days of travel. He wore a black outfit, fitted and flexible, made for movement.
The hood attached to his suit flapped violently behind him as he lunged from tree to tree without slowing down.
He was Amon.
His boots barely touched the branches. Each step was precise. Each jump is calculated. Darkness clung faintly to his feet, shadows bending to support his movements.
Behind him something was coming.
ROOOOAR—!
The forest trembled.
