A man floated up in the air above the kingdom of Vermilion, flying so high that it would be impossible to sense him. He was draped in a black cloak that reached all the way to his ankles. He placed both hands behind his back as he looked with a sharp gaze, his waist-long hair floating in the air, giving him a badass look.
His face was covered in a red pattern, and his eyes were that of a demon. He looked down at the capital, watching everything that was happening.
A few seconds later, a figure appeared beside him, dressed in the same cloak. It was a lady, her white hair flowing in the night as well. She floated with elegance, striking a simple yet powerful pose as she looked down.
"Seems they are having a banquet as the information said," the lady said, a look of disgust on her face.
"Seeing that this place was once your home, your hate toward it is very shocking," the man said.
