Millions of kilometers away from the forest where Asher Wargrave, the Tenth Sun, had just concluded his battle against the assassin known as Blue, a small yet majestic structure stood in stark isolation. It was a bungalow, modest in size, yet unmistakably crafted for a being of immense power and authority. The land surrounding it was utterly desolate, stripped of life and vitality.
The stench of blood was thick, clinging heavily to the air, so dense that it seemed as though the very atmosphere itself had been tainted. One could not help but feel that everything within this forsaken area had been fated for annihilation, as if destruction itself had claimed dominion over the land.
