Two figures stood in stark contrast to one another. One was a transmigrator that is shrouded in black flame-like shadows with blue outlines. The man had black eyes and emitted black smoke coming out of his mouth. In his hand lay a weapon forged by his beloved family. A family he now will never be able to see again.
Opposite him was a white-haired man with the same face, build, and demeanor as the first. Only their weapons differed and this man had in his hands a large greatsword a meter wide and a man tall. On his upper back were two longswords while a small curved eastern blade rested on his lower back.
A few meters away from the two men, a bald woman with charred skin stood in silence. The woman had critical injuries that spanned, mutilation, deformities, and painful open wounds. Yet despite the pain, she should be enduring her focus allowing only the two men in front of her to enter her thoughts.
