Trickster of The Underworld

"The ritual summoning is a success, like what he expected," said a man with long black hair while levitating up above the clouds with two others.

Then he lifted his hand, and the second he opened up his palm, a black hourglass materialized in front of him.

"Though, that's too short of a time. Don't you think?" The woman beside him stated; her hair had a denim color, and one of her eyes was obstructed by its strands.

Afterward, she looked at it a little closer. The grains of sand were pouring down in unimaginable speed.

"More or less, three minutes and he would be gone," she commented, concerning her worry.

"We just need a diversion for humanity's hero; that's more than enough. Let's move," the old man beside them said while stepping forward.