Standing in the mist-tainted sky.
Watching them for who knew how long.
Yet not a single one of them had sensed his presence.
That fact alone was an omen of unimaginable danger. The Writers of History gathered there possessed absurd levels of strength, and for an enemy to stand directly above them without a single one noticing his existence was a catastrophe in itself.
For most of them, it was the first time.
The first time they had ever laid eyes upon the Pale Devastation.
They saw him...
And yet, at the same time, they did not.
An enormous cloud of mist concealed his body, making it nearly impossible to distinguish even the faintest details of his appearance.
Some still struggled to believe that the being before them was truly the monster they had feared for so long.
Then the situation became even worse.
Darkness began crawling alongside the mist, and an abnormal pressure of Aura descended upon the battlefield, crushing most of those present beneath its sheer weight.
