Just as the world began to be engulfed in darkness, a mysterious figure wearing a red demonic mask stood atop the highest cliff in the Dumoir Kingdom. Behind him, his loyal disciple kneeled in reverence.
A hushed voice emanated from behind the mask as the figure gazed at the sky, now covered in an ominous darkness that concealed the once-shining stars.
"Is this truly the path you have chosen, my friend?"
"My disciple," he addressed his loyal follower.
"Yes, master," came the obedient reply.
The master slowly removed his mask, revealing his face to his disciple. "I never shared my name with you, did I?"
"Ye..." the disciple's words were abruptly cut short.
"I am Ayjak Charlos. We will cross paths again," the master declared.
The disciple flinched as he watched his master's figure begin to disintegrate, dissolving into a brilliant white light.
