<...Stormdust stared at the golden Writ of Challenge rising up before him with an impassive expression, not taking any action as he raised his hands to conjure up a crimson-gold essence that was releasing the awe-inducing aura of an Edict.
Since its birth, he never made any decision without the consultation of this Edict! It bloomed from his hands as it spread out to cover him entirely, his eyes becoming glazed crimson gold as he looked above him to see countless glimmering strings.
Strings that represented existences and possibilities- strings that allowed him to gain light in a field of darkness as it showed him possibilities of what may come. Any existence could be his target as those who were at the same stage as him or even stronger...he could garner no information about.
"..." Such was the scene that played out at this moment as when he tried to focus on the one known as Daolord Osmont, no string descended down to tell him anything.
