Mortal Realm, the Endless Sunlight Dominion.
A young man no older than fifteen could be seen tracing a land-rich in nature.
Golden clear puddles could be seen here and there, towering trees basked under the endless source of light flourished, and even mutated animals that adapted to the terrain could be seen running around in harmony—there were no bloodshed or power struggles in this domain.
It was a peaceful dominion governed by the all-seeing light, killing anything that was considered hostile.
As the young man was walking, several light strikes struck him—from above powerfully, quaking the ground but those strikes did absolutely nothing to him. Not to mention, he did nothing but trace down the path but the all-seeing light still deemed him a threat.
Every single light strike was nullified by the crimson wings decorating the young man's back.
Boom!
Boom!
More and more light strikes struck him as he got closer to the heart of the dominion.
