On the great desert, four unique people were staring at the skies above, where a great dimensional rift formed as a result of cracks in the dimensional space. Inside the rift was peeking a yellow eye with vertically elongated pupils similar to a snake.
The view of the rift made the youngest of the four — Silver Hound. Because Grace was technically more than 50 years old — shuddered when she thought the eye was meeting with hers.
When the voice from the rift resounded in the air, Silver Hound staggered, affected by the pressure the voice had carried.
Taking notice of her situation, Black Raven who had always been standing close to Silver Hound gently placed his hand on her shoulder, reinforcing her mana barrier with his own mana.
"We will control this realm soon. Until then, prepare thyself!"
