Just as the world was in turmoil, on the Mesopotamian grassland in Western Asia, a Stonehenge made up of 13 boulders suddenly began to stir.
Gray light burst forth from the 13 boulders, growing in intensity until, at its peak, the beams abruptly collided toward the center of Stonehenge.
"Boom—"
The crash of the 13 gray beams was like the explosion of an atomic bomb, shattering even the void, and at the epicenter of the blast, a strange vortex appeared.
The vortex churned everything around it, eventually faintly forming a passage, a gateway to Another World.
"Whoosh—"
Then, accompanied by a slight whooshing of tearing through the air, a light blue wave shot out from the passage and arrived above Stonehenge.
It then slowly condensed, forming a strong man with blue hair and eyebrows, wrapped in blue water ribbons, holding a trident in his hand.
This man stood upon the void, surrounded by surging blue light, his gaze indifferent.
"Is this the Lower Realm?"