Far away from the Ebony Tower, a clear blue sky reflected on the surface of a desolate glass wasteland. This was the Glass Hell, a place where the war of extinction the King of Nothing waged on humanity had begun.
Now, Mordret escaped from the reflections in the southern reaches of this remote region, dragging Asterion with him.
The two of them slammed into the glass at terrible speed, sending a net of cracks running through it, and rolled away from each other.
A moment later, both of them were back on their feet.
Mordret rose slowly, wiping the blood off his lips with a somber expression. Asterion seemed undisturbed, looking around with a calm expression.
They were not alone in the glass wasteland.
Two more people waited there, and Asterion found himself caught between three enemies, standing in the middle of a vast triangle formed by their motionless figures.
One of them was a young woman with silver hair, white flames dancing in her striking grey eyes.
