Deep within the Eternal Night.
The sky seemed to have split open a crack, with a shade of red imposed on the black, and the ground appeared a mix of dull yellow hues. In the middle lay a line of brightness, like a horizon with the sun yet to rise.
Mystical black flames mingled with the Eternal Night, silently surrounding the brightness as if painted onto it.
Occasionally, fierce beasts, ghostly apparitions, evil anomalies, and disarrayed entities dropped from that reversed crevice, unable to comprehend this world before being engulfed by flames, silently turning to ashes before they could emit any cries of dread.
Even the evil anomalies were worn down by the Destruction Rule within the flames.
In the center of the dark flames, a man in a green trench coat sat upon the ground, his black shirt long burned to tatters, exposing a half-bare chest marked with a fierce hand-shaped scar.
