Somewhere in the quiet of Aiden's pocket dimension, where the skies glowed with streaks of purple-like energy.
A hand stretched out, and the walls of space began to vibrate. The fabric of reality rippled, bending inward as though being pulled by an invisible force.
Then, suddenly, there was a distortion and out of that warp stepped a figure.
He had long white hair that fell past his shoulders, pale skin, and six large white wings that spread wide behind him.
But this wasn't just any angel.
This was the one who had nearly put an end to the world three years ago.
This was Samael. The Demon King.
The moment he materialized, his eyes snapped open in shock. His body tensed, and his wings flared instinctively as he took in his surroundings.
But then his gaze landed on the figure standing before him, and the shock deepened.
Aiden stood a few paces away, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed.
