Porealus looked at his surroundings with his eyes stared in disbelief. Inside his gaze was nothing but fluffy roads of white clouds that stretched to the horizon. His trembling hands slowly turned into a fist as he grinned. (T-Those heavens cocky bastards are going to get it now! It is time for the Mortal World to shine! Nobody can stop us now! Not with this monster on our side!).
"This is... madness," muttered one of the swordsmen that were tasked to protect their young master.
"What in the... world," said one of the swordswomen.
Zet walked to the edge of the giant pillar with clear steps. His red hair fluttered as he stood at the edge. He looked down and saw nothing but white clouds. The roaring onlookers couldn't be heard either. It was a peaceful place to be.
Yunesia could only shake her head with a smile on her face. She knew something extraordinary would happen but this was beyond that word.
