Aeternum.
Aeternum Spire.
Within the dark hall belonging to the dean of the academy, two starry eyes opened in the sky of the room.
"So, even those entities from the demon realm are descending?" The dean's voice was hard as he felt the trembling of the central continent from the mere release of the presence arriving.
"And there's still that man…" his voice held a note of fear as he made mention of "that man." "Valen, oh Valen, I hope you know what it is you're doing, for if you do not, then we might just lose everything." The old man muttered to himself, senses spread over the continent as the happenings at the central battlefield made themselves clear, his attention locking onto the still stationary figure of Dante. A sudden feeling of dread washed over him the moment he saw Dante's appearance, before he was forced to shift his gaze.
