On the top of Mount Meru, everything stood completely still.
Academy Master Da Vinci was frozen mid-air, his massive magical attack paralyzed in time. The sky above twisted violently as an enormous vortex of purple clouds and black lightning tore open, cracking the fabric of the lower world's space.
Through this dimensional crack, a magnificent figure slowly walked down from the sky as if descending a grand staircase. He looked like a handsome man, but his skin possessed a soft, pearl-like glow, and his eyes resembled entire galaxies swirling around in a deep void.
The pressure radiating from him was so immense that the nearby ancient stone statue of an old god cracked right down the middle from top to bottom. With a casual wave of his long embroidered sleeve, Da Vinci's terrifying mountain-level attack vanished into harmless, sparkling dust, leaving no trace behind.
