"I smell the pure air filled with the rules of ice and sea, and those cold metallic lives."
Within the void layers of the Great Dark World, the Three-legged Raven of Death was summoned by the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer from a distant time and space. Despite being prepared, when the moment truly arrived, it felt incredibly uneasy, its ashen eyes filled with unease.
The last time it descended with full confidence in completing its mission, it encountered such treatment of degradation, forcibly dragged into a terrifying world inhabited by monstrous creatures, feeling insignificant and fearful, a memory hard to forget.
Nervous and uneasy, the Three-legged Raven of Death imagined the scene it would find itself in once it descended there.
"Relax, when you get there, have the nearby Wizard Legion protect you well. I will bring everyone through the array on you to follow shortly. Don't worry, you'll be treated like a hero then, and I will fulfill all my previous promises to you, hahaha..."
