Seven years ago, beyond the Chaos, in the Void Realm.
Under a bleak sky, a gigantic blood-colored sword pierced straight into the firmament.
Inside the hilt of the massive sword, there was a luxurious palace.
A man with a bizarre appearance held a transparent wine glass, leaning lazily against a golden throne, watching a group of naked women dancing below.
After a while, a hunched old man hurriedly entered from the doorway, bypassed the dancing women, and walked to the man's side, whispering in his ear.
The man, who initially wore a lazy expression, suddenly changed his face slightly, and then with a wave of his hand, the dancing women below were all crushed to pieces, and the hall was instantly filled with blood.
"My daughter Pandora has fallen?! Who did it, has it been found out?"
