"Elder Gallus". Agetha called out with fright.
Something was about to happen, but she couldn't make sense of what it was. No, they couldn't make sense of what it was.
Hovering above their sky is the figure of a man. Said figure isn't doing anything or making any moves, but its mere presence alone was enough to warn them about the dangers it poses.
The waves intensified as they further disturbed the trees, even shedding some of them in half. The sun shone brightly at the man's figure, projecting a majestic shadow of it below.
It was the epitome of grace and a sight to be fearful of.
The figure started moving its hand, further inciting fear in the hearts of those watching as cold sweat ran down their shaky spinals.
Both palms clasped together and stopped at its front. As if hearkening to its movements, the atmosphere became hotter and massive rays of light manifested all around him.
