In another realm.
'The memory of their descent is forever ingrained in my mind. It haunts me like a hellish nightmare from which I cannot awake. Every time I close my eyes, I see images of those monsters and relive the dread and terror of that day: their obsidian shimmering armor, and their eyes laced with pure indifference and disdain, and worst of all, their colossal glowing wings that blocked out the light and plunged the entire world into darkness.
Those wings haunt me the most; with a single flap, every divine being exploded into bloody mist, all of my family and friends dead…
I remember the moment I gazed at them; my mind completely shattered into darkness, and if it weren't for my innate ability that allowed me to split my mind into two distinct parts, I would have most definitely perished.'
