[Fourth World.]
Far beyond the fragile, lower dimensions of Earth, the Fourth World existed as a pristine sanctuary of highly concentrated spiritual energy. Here, the laws of physics bent to the will of ancient beings, and the very air shimmered with an ethereal, iridescent glow.
BOOM!
"....?!"
A fox lady gracefully blinked, her pointed ears twitching as she turned her head to the spatial fabric which violently tore opened before her. From the jagged dimensional rift, the battered, humiliated form of the 5th Aeon fell out, crashing unceremoniously onto the crystalline floor.
"Huh? Why are you so beaten up, Nick?" She asked, her ten magnificent, snow-white fox tails moving lazily with the ethereal wind, exuding the relaxed confidence of a supreme cosmic entity.
"4th Aeon! Give me the orb!! Now!! I need my full powers back!!" He yelled, his voice ragged with desperation, stretching his bruised hand frantically towards the lady.
