The world of the heaven and the hidden realm were vastly different. In a world of magic, darkness and light, Yukinori, a mere human spirit, stood alone. He was at the heaven's portal along with Chirtora.
"Quite the filth, isn't it?" Chirtora commented. The fan in his hand was opened, covering his nose.
"The hell is opening…" Yuki muttered at the sight, not paying heed to the doctor's words. His eyes were simply staring at the utterly filthy sea.
The once sky-blue waves had turned pungent and grey. The reflection of the sky no longer sparked the sea, and many creatures living on it had their qi absorbed.
"Well, the king of Hell is invited to the heaven so it's shocke-" Just as Chirtora was about to complete his sentence, his eyes darted at Yuki who had long left his side and had started to purify the sea.
