Like waking from a long stupor, he stared down upon what was happening below, his faceless face did not need eyes to see, so he didn't need to move his head to gaze upon the combat that unraveled below him.
He could not move his body yet, his mind awakening but his body still in deep slumber, his vision should surface to gaze upon the event unfolding before his eyes". A boy with red hair with black strands and golden eyes stares at the spitting image of a miniature god.
The boy's golden eyes were painted with orange and red, red and orange thunder crackling around him, his tears vaporized the moment they left his eyes, and his hair going up to the beat and emotion of the energy exhaled from his body.
The spitting image of a god stood tall, cold apathy and hatred shed towards his opponent. Divine thunder roared in his surroundings. The boy's sword molting in a pinkish-red tone, the thunder liberated from it mimicking the howl of the wind.
