The Devouring Demon wandered through the bizarre cityscape, each encounter more ridiculous than the last. His worldview forged in blood, battle, and centuries of cultivation was slowly shattering.
Eventually, he grew mentally exhausted.
He looked up at the sky for a moment of solace.
Only to find the moon staring back at him.
It had eyes. Cartoonishly large ones. When it noticed him watching, it smiled — a soft, innocent smile. Almost childlike.
The Devouring Demon felt a chill run down his spine.
"Nope."
He bolted into the nearest building, a library.
Inside, the air was still. Peaceful. Stacks of books stretched into the ceiling like towers. He let out a sigh of relief.
But of course, the peace didn't last.
To his right, a teenage boy in a red cap with a strange sphere in his hand was pacing near the exit. On his shoulder sat a small yellow creature that occasionally sparked with visible yellow electricity.
