FLAP
FLAP
FLAP
His golden-colored haori flapped in the air, in perfect synchrony with his long, silvery white hair that gently blew behind him. His left hand was placed on the golden coloured sword hung by his waist, and his eyes were closed as he looked at the stars in the dark night sky.
Standing on top of the highest mountain peak present in the place, below him, one could see hundreds of thousands of devils all casting their angered gaze on him. The enormous titans among them stood on the ground, and the flying ones covered the entire air space.
Surrounded and blocked from every distance, that was the word that could describe the young man, yet one would notice the strange pause that was present in the air. Even though the devils reached hundreds of thousands in number, none of them made a move towards him, only baring their fangs at him.
