Among the 100 heavens, from the 26th Heaven -Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work, In the 26th Heaven, a tall, lean man sat on a chair, gazing at the sky. His medium-length brown hair was tousled and layered, falling just past his ears. Beneath a sharp jawline and steady gray eyes, his immaculate suit cut a striking figure.
His hands rested on the arms of the chair as he gazed at the sky, the ground around him seemingly enveloped in his living shadow as it writhed endlessly until he heard a sound echoing in the air
"NO~~"
He rose slightly from the chair, put his hands together to rest his chin on them, and contemplated quietly before standing up to say softly.
"Interesting," he said, and as he walked away his shadow moved beside him, endlessly writhing, expanding and folding towards itself, the place where his shadow had been seemed to suffer from a loss as it lost vitality the ground looked barren and dry, soil taking a yellow hue.
From the 46th Heaven, Beyond the Timescape, A man seemingly 6.2ft tall and lean had a black cloth wrapped tightly around his eyes, and a traditional black kimono draped over his shoulders. The neckline plunges deeply, exposing part of the chest a wide sash cinches the waist; with two katanas on his left and a single katana on his right. He rested his hand on the hilt to secure his kimono, wearing black wooden sandals that elevated his feet slightly off the ground.
He seemed blind yet aware of his surroundings, He slightly removed his sword from its sheath as if in preparation to practice, but then heard a faint voice, let the sword fall back into the sheath, and slowly walked away.
The places where he left footprints behind had all the grass cut off, deep scars crisscrossing the ground.
From the 20th heaven My House of Horrors, From the 20th heaven, My House of Horrors, a man stood on a path beneath the trees, tall with long hair, vibrant yellow hair with a messy, wind-swept texture that reaches down to his shoulders, his entire face is concealed by a striking, split mask. The right side is bone white, and the left side is pitch black.
A wide, exaggerated "U" shaped smile is carved into the mask, curving upward toward the eye slits, giving him a theatrical and slightly eerie appearance. He wore a traditional, flowing yellow Daoist robe with wide, oversized sleeves. The fabric is a rich golden-yellow, intricately detailed with orange and gold patterns that resemble scales or clouds, polished gemstones in shades of emerald green, ruby red, and amber are embedded along the collar and the edges of the sleeves
Scattered across the yellow fabric are stylized drawings of the same black-and-white smiling mask. The long yellow robe stopped just short of covering his feet; he wore no footwear and walked barefoot.
The man in yellow put his hands behind his back as he pondered on something, Though because of the mask it seemed as if he was just smiling, he then heard a voice carried by a nonexistent wind
"No..One..No"
The man raised his head gazing as the sky, The mood around him seemed to become more joyous, and the half-white, half-black mask on his face cast a strange atmosphere in the surroundings, as his voice was heard, it was cold and sinister, the type that gives rise to goosebumps
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, what a magnificent display, such splendour. Sigh, I really want to see it again..., but am sure the others from Order faction won't give me face, it seems dear old unc. is still trapped, well anyways lemme take this opportunity to get rid of the old folks so i can finally do my business in peace "
He let out a light laugh as he swung his arm, making his Daoist robe flutter while his yellow aura ripped around him and spread like poison, as the man turned into a crow and flew away.
From the 41st Heaven- Ending Maker, a lady her hair soft, deep auburn. Her hair is styled in an elaborate traditional updo, held together by ornate golden hairpins and a central crown-like piece adorned with a red gemstone. Two long, delicate golden tassels hang from her hair, framing her face, She had brown eyes.