Meanwhile, in Beijing, China, an eighteen-year-old boy named Lin Feng stood on the rooftop of the city's tallest building, known as the China Zun. He had a slender frame, and his black coat flapped in the wind. His glossy black hair framed a pair of eyes that resembled the night sky over the city below.
The corner of his lips twitched into a smile as he watched the chaos befall the city. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it made him intoxicated with euphoria. After all, it was he who created this art, who summoned otherworldly creatures on the planet.
"Master…" An angelic voice sounded from behind. "We have a problem."
"A problem?" Lin Feng repeated, glancing over his shoulder to see a figure standing in the doorway of the rooftop access. The newcomer was a stark contrast to Lin Feng in every way. She was a girl about the same age, her beauty ethereal and enchanting, with a presence that could capture the heart of any who laid eyes on her.
