A shadowy figure flew across the boundless night sky, standing upon the thin clouds.
Beneath his feet lay a sprawling city of lights.
Even from several hundred meters above, he could vaguely hear the music strings and smell the fragrance wafting up from below.
"Saint Sem City, truly deserving of its reputation as the city of art." The artistic atmosphere seemed to soar straight to the heavens.
The person high above sighed with admiration, his eyes roaming until they fixed on the only dim street in the city below.
The shadow dived downwards, finally landing silently in a dark and deserted alley.
With the sound of footsteps echoing, he walked out of the alley, where a pile of burning dead wood illuminated his face clearly.
Red hair, golden eyes, lazy yet handsome.
It was Angel after using the Shapeshifting Technique.
Angel looked around; this was a street scorched by fire.
