World Master's Descent?
The world reverberated ever so lightly as though heralding a calamity. However, it was missed by every single existence in the world and almost escaped another person's senses.
An illusory silhouette manifested in the forlorn crimson skies. The clouds above were crimson from the apocalyptic flames' fumes, but a figure appeared amidst them.
From the shape, the figure appeared to be a woman.
She wore a black robe, one that was symbolic of the ultimate conservativeness as she was covered from head to toe. Not a single shade of her skin could be seen. In fact, nothing of her features could be seen other than her clear eyes and her voluptuous curves that could make one speculatively say that she was a woman.
She gazed down, appearing to look at the clock circle that was the twelve sectors and the location where the realm concoction was going to begin.
"How did you get here?"