Early morning, the next day.
Inside the highest cave of the mountain, red lightning continuously shot out of the cave as a low tiger roar reverberated everywhere.
Space rippled like a curtain as a magnificent bird blended into existence. It was a crane, white and black in color.
Its long beak was black, like crude oil, and the talons at the end of its long legs looked like they could rip the void itself to shreds.
The crane landed his three-meter-tall body in front of the cave entrance. He didn't seem to be afraid of the red lightning that occasionally brushed his body.
"DARIUS! COME OUT YOU HERMIT!" The crane shouted at the top of his voice. The sound of his voice grating to the ear would make anyone frown.
The red lightning instantly stopped shooting out of the cave.
"I'm not in the mood Isaiah," Darius sounded tired, like he was frustrated.