The air in this place was thick with an unnatural humidity, almost as if the atmosphere itself was holding its breath. Above, the sky churned with streaks of red and gold, the swirling colors reflecting off the metallic edges of the City that had landed above like a great predator.
Then, the sound of war cries pierced the haze.
Enel's head tilted, his cocky grin creeping across his face. 'Finally,' he thought. 'A warm welcome.'
The dense fog created by the landing began to clear, swirling away to reveal the figures charging toward them. The beings of this plane were unlike any Enel had seen before.
They were tall, with elongated limbs and skin that shimmered like polished obsidian. Their eyes glowed a molten orange, streaks of the same color running like veins along their bodies, pulsating with each heartbeat. Their faces were sharp and angular, almost predatory, with long, horn-like protrusions curling back from their foreheads.
