The Parc des Princes Stadium in Paris is the home ground of the French team Paris Saint-Germain. Recently, as it is the international break period, the national leagues are temporarily suspended, making the stadium appear very quiet.
A young man dressed in a black robe sits in a central position, holding a hamburger in his left hand and a bottle of cola in his right. He doesn't look like a visitor coming to the stadium for sightseeing, occasionally glancing at the sky.
Shortly after, a beam of white light descends from above, landing accurately beside the young man in a black robe. Pjanic's clothes are tattered, and his aura is chaotic, giving the impression of a genuinely defeated dog.
"Damis, where are the people you called?" Pjanic questioned. When he saw only the young man in the black robe, his heart seemed to sink to the bottom.
The young man, called Damis, shook his head with a smile, dropped his hamburger and cola, and clapped his hands,
"Right here."
"What?"
