A large rift opened in the sky, and Kyle's figure emerged from it alongside Bia. The moment the rift disappeared into the void, his eyes returned to their original color.
Before anyone could notice the two new arrivals, symbols materialized in the air around them, creating a powerful shield that concealed their presence and barred anyone else from entering the area.
Kyle was fine with the sounds of battle—metal crashing violently against metal, the sharp clangs echoing through the air like thunder amidst the chaos of war.
However, no one could prepare him for the putrid scent of fresh blood and decay in the air that assaulted his nostrils, forcing him to instinctively shut off his sense of smell.
Floating amidst the dark sky thick with swirling clouds of smoke and an ominous hue of crimson all around, Kyle ignored the figures engaged in battle around him and lowered his gaze to the land below.
