The forest beneath the night was far too quiet. The wind and beast calls that had once filled it had vanished in the aftermath of the legendary battle. Amid this woodland shattered into fragments, only the occasional crackle of fireworks spread through the empty, smoke-scented air. A dense curtain of smoke obscured all three moons, and the sinister atmosphere continued its final brewing within the embrace of deathly silence. Deep within the darkness that swallowed all sight, the forest's original savagery and peril had become steeped in death and cold gleams.
But this rare silence was never destined to last long, was it?
In fact, once the portal's light had flickered briefly and dispersed into the wind, only two terrifying beings remained on the broken ground, bathing in the pure starlight as they faced each other: Whisper of Destruction and Pious One. For Bright Moon Professionals who appeared to be hostile, whether they intended to fight or "clear up a misunderstanding," some communication was inevitable.
Violence had to be used with the utmost caution. Misused violence was always the stupidest thing.
Thus, before Punk could even ask a question, the Bright Moon priest spread his hands in a show of friendliness and candidly said:
"Since those two little fellows who ran away will tell you what happened in the Eternal Forest anyway, I might as well explain it here to avoid unnecessary violence. First of all, we are not enemies, nor do we need to be enemies. In fact, we might even become highly compatible partners, because our interests have never conflicted."
As he spoke those seemingly sincere words with calm composure, the smiling Aikar had in fact been cautiously watching the Destructive Death Cone spinning at high speed in Punk's hand.
As a clergyman who could be considered quite