Above the Lust Domain, the skies burned with crimson and gold, a vast expanse that seemed alive with the pulsating energy of the Demon Continent. Towering over this chaotic land was a solitary figure, shrouded in a powerful reddish-yellow aura that twisted the air around him.
The man stood motionless in the sky, his gaze fixed on the Lust Domain below.
His features were almost too perfect, like a sculpture crafted by the gods themselves. Every line of his face exuded strength, and his yellow eyes glowed with an intensity that could pierce through the very fabric of space.
Yet, those same eyes burned with a hatred so profound that the air seemed to vibrate under its weight.
