In the vastness of space drifting in the clouds of primordial glitter, a space not bound by reality, but manifested by the presence of life.
The space where fortune and karma thrived, it was never meant to birth consciousness, so today it welcomed the presence of a human mind.
Chosen by the status of the World Saint to represent humans, Seth embodied the fortune idol of the human race; MAN!
His frame glowing with an ethereal hue, see-through and most noticeably massive, Seth rose to his feet, his form naked and see-through as it was never made up of matter, taking foothold on nothing itself.
He really didn't know what to think at this point, as his focus was mainly trained on his foe, a glistening form of the golden dragon king.
Its form majestic and grand, the idol simmering with the regality of gold, its horns coiling in defiance to the heavens, behind it seemed to be a halo that represented the sun itself.
