Black magical power swirls like a storm through the torn rift in dimensions. Devouring the divine light of the Constellations, Vergon twists the massive axis of the world with a single fingertip. In the moment the overwhelming magical power presses down on the atmosphere, Vergon nonchalantly turns his head to look down at You collapsed at his feet.
You, welcome to the playground of the gods. If you don't want to die, stick close behind me.