Meanwhile, far beyond the city.
BOOOOM!!
A deafening explosion rocked the night sky as two terrifying forces collided, sending shock waves rippling through the surrounding landscape.
"You really have grown stronger than before, Aelyssa."
A man floated in the air, his expression carrying a hint of amusement.
He appeared to be around thirty years old, with dark reddish hair, pointed ears, and a pair of glowing crimson eyes. He wore a dark purple outfit without a single piece of armor, seemingly unconcerned about the dangers of fighting someone of the elven queen's caliber.
In his right hand, he held a curved blade formed entirely from blood.
Behind his back stretched a pair of enormous blood-red wings, their feather-like structures formed from condensed blood mana. They spread majestically through the night, radiating an oppressive aura that made the surrounding air feel heavy.
