In a space pocket almost completely separated from that world, things couldn't have looked any bleaker.
War and death consumed everything.
The golden clouds were now painted with a fiery red, and the entire space pocket seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
On the ground lay hundreds, thousands of corpses of winged warriors, covered in golden armor and with snow-white wings.
They were like angels. pure, perfect, and now dead as well.
Among these corpses was a man.
Tall and muscular, his long red hair fell over his shoulders like a mane, his face wearing a wild smile.
This was the divine realm of Auranys, ancient goddess of light and justice. And that man was the ancient god of war and destruction.
"Uh... ah..." The god inhaled heavily before exhaling.
He had lost count of how many years had passed since his fall, eras and more eras trapped in his divine realm, surviving as a parasite hidden from the heavens.
