A graceful stone knight stood on a tall cliff, gazing at the magnificent city in the distance. She was surrounded by an endless expanse of flowing darkness, and so was the city — however, it shimmered with countless silver lights, resembling a piece of a starlit sky lost in the boundless depths of the cosmos.
The silence was broken only by the murmur of rushing water. Below the cliff, one of the three great rivers of the Underworld was flowing under a veil of ghostly mist, its surface glistening like polished black glass.
Its current was faster here, in the heart of the Underworld — that was because somewhere out there, far ahead, the river plummeted into an abyssal chasm. The city that the Demon of Destiny had built stood at the edge of the abyss, facing its dark, bottomless vastness.
Beholding the distant city through Saint's eyes, Sunny could not help but feel a sense of awe. It was a strange and breathtaking sight — cut from indomitable stone, but graceful and soaring.
