Within the mist.
Egypt.
The blazing sun hung in the sky like a roaring fireball, radiating endless light and heat amid the deathly silence. Within the hazy mist, an ancient city floated high above the heavens.
Here, even the sun seemed within reach.
This ancient city was built entirely from heavy dark-yellow bricks. It gleamed under the sunlight like glittering gold bricks. Majestic stone structures rose one after another among the clouds, their craftsmanship so exquisite that it far exceeded human understanding. Any one of these buildings, placed in the mortal world, would be a "miracle" capable of shocking the world.
This ancient city-state floating beneath the sun was Egypt's homeland of the gods—the City of the Sun.
At that moment, at the highest point in the center of the City of the Sun, an immense circular plaza that seemed boundless hung above the city. Its surface was densely covered in intricate, unfathomable patterns. When the sunlight fell upon the plaza, those patterns seemed to come alive, pulsing slowly like blood vessels.
At the edge of the magnificent plaza stood nine dazzling pillars of light.
On the horizon, a cyan hurricane swept up clouds and mist as it rolled toward them like a tidal wave.
At the heart of the hurricane, a figure clad in pale cyan robes with a golden belt around his waist emerged. His body was covered in sword wounds, and even his robes had been torn into several pieces. He looked utterly disheveled.
He stepped onto the edge of the City of the Sun, and in the next instant, appeared atop one of the nine pillars of light. Countless cyan wind patterns emerged across the surface of that pillar.
This was the divine pillar symbolizing "wind."
The instant his figure appeared atop the pillar, figures began