The flames spread.
Everything was burning.
An ominous aura, a mysterious power, a world filled with tendrils of blood-red spreading everywhere.
Even space itself was beginning to burn.
But fortunately, the entire world was almost entirely consumed by the white flames.
A faint breath of life emerged from the earth.
As the breath of life emerged, the originally shattered space and burning land saw the white flames gradually disappear.
On the earth.
Only ruins remained.
And a beautiful figure quietly floating in mid-air.
Yet that figure still had its eyes closed, appearing to be completely asleep.
Until.
"Roar!"
A phantom roar arose.
The next moment, a gigantic phantom tiger appeared once again, catching the beautiful figure and then quickly disappeared into the distance.
The figure vanished.
The surroundings descended into complete silence.
Unknown for how long.
Nor for how long it lasted.
Groups of black-robed figures appeared.
