"THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER"

In a hidden pocket of existence, within the crumbling remains of an ancient ruin, a fissure began to form. Cracks spider-webbed and snaked their way across the surface of the pocket dimension, like veins pulsing with unseen energy. With each passing moment, the fractures widened, until they converged into a single, gaping tear.

Suddenly, with a thunderous roar, the pocket dimension shattered into countless fragments, the pieces dispersing like shards of glass caught in a hurricane. And as the dimension fragmented, reality bled into view, pulling the Daemons from the void into the tangible world.

They were welcomed to an unknown underground location where the Chosen Daemon, Kai Nagano, and the unknown Daemon sat in serene meditation.

They faced each other, their bodies illuminated by the faint glow of luminescent crystals embedded in the cavern walls.

Their silhouettes cast long shadows against the rugged stone, creating an aura of mystery and intrigue.