Sealed Land.
Miles upon miles of dark clouds obscured the sun, and the thick fog formed from ancient power was like the gaze of a demon, filled with a breath that made one's courage falter.
At this moment in the sky, a creature with a wingspan of 26 blades, enveloped in the Power of Crimson as if it had sliced its way out of hell, unfurled its wings and soared.
With each flap of its tattered dragon wings, its speed surged, trailing a long crimson tail flame behind it.
What was even more shocking was the figure on the back of this being, made of white bones and with hellfire burning upon it. The figure was handsome to the extreme, standing straight and tall like a mountain, carrying upon his back a giant coffin shrouded in blue energy.
The coffin seemed like an item that had persisted through the ages, its surface adorned with patterns formed by the erosion of countless years, the imprints left by time.
