Li Yang's entrance was grand and imposing.
In the dark night, the swirling clouds covered the stars and moon.
It was as if the Death God's exclusive red carpet, blocking the light, welcoming the world's only deity.
The shadow of the Death God flickered in the darkness.
Draped in a Dusk Robe, holding a scythe, through the hood, one could see the Soul Fire dancing in the Death God's eye sockets.
The Soul Fire was filled with endless indifference and disregard for life.
Whether it was the Believers of the Seven Commandments Association or the Imperial Palace Guard, all stopped fighting and looked up to the night sky.
The once noisy world was muted by an invisible hand, eerily silent.
Finally, a Believer from the Seven Commandments Association reacted, pointing to the sky and saying, trembling:
"In the sky, it's the Apostle, and His Majesty the Death God!"
