Five thousand miles east of the Anoroya Continent.
This place was shrouded in a gray fog. In the center of the misty sea was a lone island with a surface of less than a thousand square meters, made of black rock where nothing grew.
Above the island, the gray fog suddenly parted, and a pillar of brilliant white light descended from the heavens.
A figure in a plain white Long Robe emerged from the pillar of light. His face was veiled by a hazy Holy Light. It was none other than "Endless Holy Light," Endos Holi.
He landed on a flat stretch of Black Rock, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. The gray fog automatically receded for over thirty yards in every direction around him.
"Endos, punctual as ever." A coarse voice suddenly came from the right.
As soon as the words fell, space distorted and a dark red figure appeared.
