At the shoulders of his Battle Armor, two enormous dark-red skull reliefs slowly turned their hollow eye sockets like living things, as though surveying the battlefield below. A long, dark-red cloak stirred at his back despite the lack of Wind Origin, its edges flickering with dark-red light like flames.
Last came his head.
His face was imposing, its features sharply defined as if carved by blade and axe. His nose was high, his lips pressed tight, his cheekbones slightly raised, and his heavy brow ridges stood like mountain crests.
His skin had a strange pallor, like jade buried underground for countless years, yet it bore no trace of sickness or weakness.
His eyes were dark gold, their depths like two lakes of solidified lava. Beneath their calm surfaces churned heat fierce enough to burn all things. His long hair was dark red and stirred without Wind Origin, its tips burning like dark-red flames that would never go out.
He stood some thirty feet tall, like a war god who had stepped out of an ancient battlefield. Motionless in the highest heavens, he struck awe across the sky.
"It's the Undying God King!"
"It's the God King himself!"
"Long live the God King!"
"The God King is eternal!"
The members of the Demon Race in Phoenix City fell to their knees in worship when they saw the Undying God King.
Beyond them, every living being in Cycle World looked up at the Undying God King standing in the highest heavens.
At that moment, the Undying God King was like the sun in the sky. Any living being in Cycle World who was not blind could see him simply by looking up.
Feeling the immense pressure radiating from him, the living beings of Cycle World could not help but fall to their