"Hey, why did you stop waving the fan?" The blonde man asked furiously.
Under the blinding sun in the middle of the day.
A particular group of people were seen in a forest.
Sitting on a reclining chair made out of wood, the blonde man is currently relaxing with a group of people tending to his needs. The same group of people knelt before him as he showed his control over the dark power of a certain Divine Being.
"I-I am sorry, O' the Darkened One! My arms have gone fatigued, I am afraid I don't have the strength to continue it anymore!" A woman with a black robe answered, showing signs of fear toward the man.
The woman who was the leader of the group could be seen covered with sweat; even her robe was visibly wet with the sweat. She tried her best not to mind the feeling of exhaustion as she kept waving the fan made out of big leaves for the man's sake, but alas… she was only a human.
