The residents of the Separate Dimension turned their eyes toward the sky, or at least, what remained of it, for a colossal nebula had already formed, swallowing the sky whole and encompassing the entirety of their view. What lingered above them was not the serene canopy of stars they once knew, but a swirling ocean of light and darkness that crackled with an incomprehensible energy.
Suspended amidst this apocalyptic yet beautiful spectacle stood a man, radiating an aura so profound that many would mistake him for an angel descending from the heavens, a divine herald sent to deliver the decrees of their god. His crimson cape, billowing violently in the cosmic winds, seemed to transform into wings of fiery scarlet, while the spear that vibrated in his grasp hummed with such resonance it could be mistaken for a celestial trumpet sounding the end of days.
