In the middle of a dense, primordial forest where ancient ironwood trees stretched hundreds of feet into the overcast sky, a young man was walking slowly along a narrow, overgrown dirt trail.
He had messy, short jet-black hair that fell loosely around his forehead and striking, sharp crystalline blue eyes.
He was dressed in rugged black and orange robes tailored for wilderness travel, holding a thick wooden skewer in one hand and chewing contentedly on a succulent, well-seasoned piece of roasted spiritual boar meat.
CRACK-BOOOOOOM—!!!!!
Just then, without the slightest hint of natural warning, the tranquil sky directly above his head violently cracked open like a sheet of brittle glass.
Jagged, pitch-black dimensional tears spiderwebbed across the azure firmament, screaming with volatile spatial turbulence that bent the massive ironwood canopies flat against the earth.
