"I shall kill your closest friends without hesitation, and that will make you appear. If you take your time, then our battlefield will engulf all of them at the same time."
"You really don't know how to take a joke," Rain's voice suddenly echoed in the area.
Rain materialized out of thin air as if a cloak concealing his form had suddenly dissipated into nothing. Lonos's gaze fell upon him, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Yet, despite the doubts that lingered in the air, Rain showed an unmistakable aura of authenticity. He was not a mere illusion or a copy but a genuine article.
Lonos could feel the weight of Rain's presence, a tangible force that seemed to defy explanation. It was as if he had emerged from the very fabric of reality itself, a living embodiment of his skill and determination.
