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 emerging in the pitch-black sky, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.
"The future! Mr. Lovegood, I truly saw the future!" His voice brimmed with unconcealed passion. "It is time to fight for that future!"
As his words fell, the figure shot into the heavens, transforming into a blazing rainbow that tore through the night and crashed straight into the white patch.
Deep within a desert buried beneath yellow sand, a ruin trembled. A violent sandstorm, as though driven by some force, suddenly split to both sides, and a sword-wielding figure slowly emerged from its center.
The figure turned back toward the horizon. With just one glance, he saw the white patch hanging in the sky. "Mictlantecuhtli, I failed to strike that sword blow... This time, I will never miss my chance again!"
He took a step forward, and the sandstorm filling the sky grew even more violent. Like an army of thousands upon thousands following its king, it swept him into the air and charged straight into the night.
Beneath a thick layer of ice on the tundra, a wisp of pure white flame silently flickered to life.
In the blink of an eye, that wisp of flame erupted, like a blooming white fire lotus. It shattered through the thick ice with a roar and condensed into a towering figure amid the raging snowstorm.
The towering figure held a battle flag and looked up at the white patch in the sky.
The next moment, he let out an enraged roar that shook the wind and snow. Like a meteor soaring against the heavens, trailing a dazzling tail of flame, he shot toward the white