In the skies a young man that looked no more than 21 years old, he stood.
He had short white hair with blood red eyes that held literal lightning bolts—tiny arcs of crimson electricity dancing within the irises like caged storms.
His wings fluttered repeatedly behind him as he went blow for blow with a foe at the Sixth Calamity rank—each clash sending shockwaves that cracked the air and lit the battlefield in flashes of red and violet.
At the very beginning of this siege each of the eight Originat were picked out by the leaders of each of invading domains. Unlike Ash, they couldn't examine others and appraise them knowing things beforehand.
They had to find it out the hard way… and that was through battle.
