On the other side of the planet—
At that very moment, there stood a handsome young man with brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders, fair and unblemished skin, and a clean-shaven face, his features calm and composed as he stared forward with a steady gaze that betrayed neither panic nor hesitation, his golden armor gleaming faintly even under the dimmed sky where the sun had long been obscured by ash and smoke, and in his hand rested a massive bow drawn with quiet precision, as though he were preparing to bring down a legendary beast that dared approach his domain.
Unlike his usual self, Pitsu, the young man who had served Lord Human for nearly two centuries, appeared unusually imposing today, his entire presence radiating a restrained yet overwhelming pressure, as if everything around him was subtly bending under the weight of his power, as if the very air near him carried a dense, invisible tension that warned others not to approach…
Except for one thing.
His eyes.
