Draconic Heaven.
"WHERE IS THE ALL-KING?!"
Stars shot through the sky like white bullets, forming swift and fascinating currents of light as they rushed to a particular point.
Acting as the vanguard for all these stars, a single lady flew.
Dark skin, glowing white eyes, a shimmering set of silver armour.
Most of all, she had a pair of moth wings behind her with a wingspan four times her size.
Whenever she flapped those wings, stardust would flutter out and float away. It was that stardust that quickly accumulated power and formed the stars that were rushing forward behind her.
From dust to stars, the way she flew symbolized the natural occurrence of stars in the universe.
Because in reality, most stars were formed from.massive clouds of hydrogen and helium dust clouds.
Standing ready in front of her, light-years away was a thin frail man wearing tattered clothes.
The man took in deep breaths, his eyes shimmered with a demonic glow and he wore a twisted smile on his face.
