Somewhere in the Saffron Harmony Upper Realm, near an area where a prominent portal to the secret realm was present-
In a city, the streets in a certain district were emptied in seconds.
It wasn't because people feared the silence but because life itself was being peeled away.
A black-robed man stood in the center of a plaza, his robe unmoving as though the wind didn't dare touch him. Thousands of people collapsed without screams. Shadows stretched, twisted, and then tore free from their bodies, flowing towards him like obedient hounds, growing cold and hollow.
Across the square, powerful undulations spread from the skies, emerging below.
Golden light rolled off his body in steady waves, the Gold Laws manifesting as layered pressure that crushed and cracked stone into powder, reverberating across the city. His saffron-gold robe fluttered, blue hair tied back, sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the corpses that were not yet corpses.
