With the strange and sudden spread of the situation, it wasn't long before the faction leaders and rivaling Masters of the Six Eyed Demon Faction slowly began to stir, each becoming acutely aware of the problem at hand.
The gravity of it was undeniable, especially when even those with close ties to the situation found themselves beginning to question their previous actions.
In the shadowy, dim-lit space, a masculine figure stood, his gaze fixed on the sky above.
The sun, unusually faint in this strange realm, resembled nothing more than a fleeting glimmer of twilight in the vast expanse. The air was thick, oppressive, and the figure's presence barely disturbed the silence.
WHOOSH!
The sharp cry of countless birds, a chorus of wings and screeches, filled the air with an eerie resonance.
The figure turned, his eyes narrowing as the wind stirred, gathering around him in a gentle yet purposeful gust.
