Just as a breeze, time flowed by, and three months later within the Sacred Divine Land, above a particularly elevated area, a crack materialized in the sky, radiantly lit without a sun, as there was no sun in this land filled with divine and spiritual energy.
Numerous figures, both old and young, dressed in cream-colored robes with a large gray sword intricately engraved on the chest of their garments, emerged from the crack and gazed down at the elevated area. Among them were men and women from various races, yet they all shared a common trait - an imposing aura.
The elderly man, with white hair and light blue eyes, leading the group, was enveloped in a brilliant white light, appearing to have transcended mortal limits and reached a state harmonizing with nature. Yet, despite his immense power, visible battle scars marked his exposed hands.