Material: Heart of Flow.

Two months later.

Casually walking through the 97th layer of the ominously glowing planet was the solitary figure of Lucius. 

His handsome face was as bored-looking as usual, with his long black hair covering the majority of his back.

The black trench coat worn over his pitch-black armor gently swayed alongside his movements, as Lucius strolled through this layer. His movements were graceful and minimal, were at complete odds with his surroundings.

Why, you ask?

That was because the 97th layer was currently experiencing a rainstorm, except the rain was replaced by weighty stones and piercing rocks. A flickering grey cloud enveloped the entire layer, mindlessly destroying everything that was within.

Flying with speeds that were comparable to the movement speeds of Stage 3 existences, these hurtling rocks that were raining within this layer, whizzed with the singular intent to cause destruction.