~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~
A resounding echo of destruction burst within The Oracle's Domain. It rose from a single point, causing the stale winds to gather around the area and rapidly swirl.
The atmosphere undulated in a violent, raging storm.
And… at the center of this storm was a man. This figure was shrouded in layers of multicolored light that had now taken on the form of pure white energy.
His whole body was bleeding out this power, almost as if he was baptized in it.
He had a dark cloak to cover himself, and his usually exposed skin seemed to be covered in some form of black bandages. Even his face seemed to be obscured by a skull mask of some kind—though completely black.
He seemed to be an emissary from hell—a harbinger of death.
A man dressed in black, but cloaked with white.
"Rey Skylar… what have you done?" The Oracle made a whisper as she watched him with keen eyes.
He did not respond to her with words. Instead—