In a world devoid of color, two figures stood facing one another despite being high up in the air. They stood as if they were on the ground and stared at one another. Neither moved.
One was an elf, the other a devil. Natural enemies, lifelong rivals.
The elf wore elegant robes which would flutter gracefully in the wind along with his long silver hair—had there been any wind.
The devil wore an impeccable suit. Something he had taken a liking to after seeing it amongst the Chosen. Some alterations had needed to be made to his wings and tail, but he believed it made himself quite dashing.
"I admit, I did not expect this." The elf said, and he did not mean Xelron's suit.
Avgi was not the only place that had been attacked. Shockingly, nearly all the neutral Origin Veins had been besieged.
