The moon shone brightly in the sky as the roars of the wild beasts rang from the distance.
Two young experts, a black-clad man and a white-clad man, hovered above the peak of a mountain.
The black-clad clasped his hands on his back as a cloud of dark mist hung at his back. The dark mist roiled and writhed as though there was something within it. It was a rather eerie and strange sight.
The white-clad man had silver hair that fluttered in the night breeze. He was very handsome, but his eyes shone with the vicissitudes of life that belied his appearance.
The two men were chatting with each other at this moment.
"Are you done with the preparations?"
