The Rising Lord of the Future and Beyond
You who wield the mysterious authority,
You who possess limitless possibilities,
Your faithful servants, Anlus and Jack Kadar,
Are willing to pray with their blood and souls for you who wander the land of nothingness—your return."
When he finished the last sentence, his body began to sway uncontrollably. He was clearly unable to hold on much longer, yet he still struggled to endure until he could no longer bear it and stumbled to the ground.
The blood from his wrist had stopped flowing at some point, as though it had all drained away. His brown eyes beneath the black robe had become unfocused at some point as well. Clearly, he did not have long to live.
Just as he truly closed his eyes, he saw a silver, white, and purple radiance shoot into the sky from within the cliff, shutting out the full moon and the night.
Within that world, an illusory angel clad in armor formed from three colors, with a pair of intertwined silver, white, and purple wings on its back, slowly pointed the longsword in its hand forward.
The radiance filling the sky slowly began to compress. Even the illusory angel condensed into a three-colored arrow. Mysterious and exquisite patterns flowed across it, making it appear exceptionally enigmatic. Then, driven by some unknown force, it tore through space and shot off in a certain direction.
Anlus watched the disappearing arrow and the lingering glow it left in the void. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Then he closed his brown eyes and never moved again.
After an unknown amount of time, the arrow flew into an unknown land. There, a mysterious existence seemed to sense something and slowly opened its eyes.
Inside a crude house,