[Five Days Later]
Dark clothing flapped in the air like wings as Lucius stared down at the Sanctuary.
He was currently hundreds of feet in the air, his feet touching nothing but the drifting winds, using his exalted position to take in the world beneath him. The finer details of the earth—the Dry Woods behind him, the plains right beneath him, and the hill holding the cathedral right before him—were a lot smaller due to his elevated height.
However, thanks to his incredible senses, he had no problem seeing everything in great detail.
'It's beautiful up here…' He thought to himself with a cold smile.
His purple eyes flickered with maleficence and his long black hair danced with the wind, flowing like the incredibly dark attire that adorned his pale flesh. His long black coat resembled a suit's blazer—having golden embroidery at its fine edges to symbolize prestige.
