The water ripple from the Altar's Temporal Gateway flickered, slightly twisted, and a small head emerged from the Gate of Space-Time.
"Wow! Such pure spiritual energy, so much more abundant than in my lower realm!"
The little fox nervously looked around, excitement evident. Then came a pressure from below, with a "puff" sound, it was squeezed out by powerful pressure, followed by countless wandering dandelion petals and deaths crow.
"Caw caw caw caw, Oblivion Sorcerer! How are my little ones?"
The three-legged Raven of Death landed beside this protruding giant head, the strong life aura emitting from it excited every cell of the Raven. Once feared as an endless abyss when an enemy, now as a friend, there was an indescribable sense of security and pride!
As long as this fearsome wizard descends upon this world, what are the legions worth!?
"Respected Oblivion Sorcerer, may I ask which ancient period you hail from?"
