"Aren't you tired of this sight yet?" Next to him, Amon opened his fanged mouth and spoke in a rough voice
"…Never," Sakaar replied with one word without taking his senses away from above
Both of them were standing on a high ground, crossing their arms and looking up… Their huge size, two spiral horns, and long white hair swaying under the moonlight made their appearance both captivating and terrifying at the same time, perhaps if a local saw them by chance, not knowing what demons were, he would have died of sheer terror and magnificence at the same time.
Amon laughed a terrifying laugh then raised his head even more until he was facing a certain direction, in that direction, there was a black dot that made the blackness of the night sky appear luminous… That dot was the entrance to the wormhole, and they were standing directly below it.
