Deep within the Star Realm.
Beneath the vast and boundless starry sky, a massive, round blazing sun spanned across it, almost obscuring more than half of the firmament.
However, the blazing sun was not dazzling, but rather dim.
Its surface was like an eclipse, half of it swallowed by the deep darkness, with jagged light arcs and densely packed spider web patterns, like writhing darkness spreading its claws, attempting to completely cover it.
On the silent and motionless Star Realm earth, a figure in a yellow robe walked barefoot, entirely shrouded within the robe, leaving only dry footprints on the loose dark gray soil.
Yet, whenever it passed by, these footprints seemed to reverse time, vanishing without a trace.
Gradually, the figure in the yellow robe stopped.
It turned around, facing the gigantic blazing sun across the starry curtain, and hissed:
"How pitiful you look now, Kingsley Huzzworth."
The voice drifted away, without any response.
