The entity reached out from the throne and the converging laws of time and fate interweaved creating a gate that radiated a, an ethereal purple glow.
Without any hesitation the trio moved into the gate and vanished.
Not a second passed before a man emerged walking through the gate that had just been opened.
The man was geared in a layer of exquisite armour and two shoulder guards that supported a thick and heavy crimson cape that flowed to his feet.
The man was big in size and he had a thick mane of crimson red hair that almost reached his knees and two thick bundles of his crimson mane draped over his shoulders and fell on his chest plate.
There were however two note worthy things about the man, his aura was causing even this place in the immortal realm to shake, but he did not have the power of an immortal no he had the power of a seventh grade mortal, yet his aura was bottomless.
