Above the mountains, gale-force winds gathered together, condensing into an armored figure.
As if sensing something, he raised his head toward the white patch suspended in the pitch-black sky, a trace of resolve flashing through his eyes.
"The future! Mr. Lovegood, I truly saw the future!" His voice brimmed with undisguised passion. "It is time to fight for the future!"
As his words fell, the figure shot into the sky, transforming into a blazing rainbow that tore through the night and charged straight at the white patch.
Deep within a desert buried beneath yellow sand, a ruin began to tremble. The raging sandstorm seemed driven by some force and abruptly split to either side as a sword-bearing figure slowly emerged from its center.
The figure turned back toward the horizon. With a single glance, he saw the white patch hanging in the sky. "Miklantikutli, I failed to strike that blow... This time, I will never miss my chance again!"
He stepped forward, and the sandstorm grew even more violent, like an army of thousands following its king. It swept him into the air and charged straight into the night.
Beneath a thick sheet of ice on the frozen plains, a wisp of pure white flame quietly flickered to life.
In the blink of an eye, the flame burst forth like a blooming white fire lotus, smashing through the thick ice and condensing into a towering figure amid the howling snow.
The towering figure held a battle flag and looked up at the white patch in the sky.
The next moment, he let out a roar that shook the wind and snow, then shot toward the white patch like a meteor charging against the heavens, trailing a blinding tail of flame.
Across wastelands, between canyons, at the ends of islands, deep