The Final Battle IV

Meanwhile, on one of the smallest planets filled with greenery in the universe, Nine and Asher slowly stepped out of a spatial crack, their auras concealed.

Asher narrowed his maroon-gray eyes.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

He was clad in armor over his clothes.

The golden scales adorning his exposed skin itched at just how pristine the planet before him was. It stood in stark contrast to the rest of the universe, which was filled with dark energy, bloodshed, and shadows.

Nine grimaced at the sight as well.

"So, that bastard likes places like this? Clean and pure. He doesn't fit in. Not at all."

He glanced at the familiar dark phoenix flying behind him, observing him and Asher with a bored yet curious gaze, anticipating what was to come. Nine muttered.

"Darkbird, are you sure he is here?"