David stood at the heart of Number 4's realm, a vast expanse of unyielding desert stretching endlessly in all directions. The air hung heavy with the copper tang of chaos, and above, the crimson sky loomed like an ominous shroud.
Towering above the desolate sands, countless great swords floated in the heavens, their gleaming edges catching the blood-red light, their sheer number threatening to blot out the sky entirely. In the distance, Number 4 stood as a menacing silhouette, his hand raised high, his figure radiating an aura of unrelenting power.
Luna's voice broke through the suffocating stillness, sharp and urgent in David's mind.
"David, stop playing around! This isn't just some parlor trick. That skill—whatever it is— its dangerous. If he's working with the Demon, you need to take this seriously!"
