Enel knew this was Lucifer.
Not just because of his magnificent wings, spreading out like a celestial tapestry against the infinite void—each feather shining with an eerie, divine glow.
But because Lucifer bore his old face.
The face Enel had long discarded.
His white hair cascaded down his back, glowing faintly, strands like threads woven from the very fabric of the universe. His eyes, bottomless, held a depth that made even Enel uneasy. They were like twin abysses, peering through the boundaries of existence itself.
And then, as if he had sensed Enel's presence—
Lucifer turned.
His gaze found him across the endless currents of time, a slight frown forming between his brows.
And then—he smiled.
A soft, knowing, almost amused smile.
But Enel's attention was quickly pulled downward—toward the Primary Earth below.
His instincts screamed the truth.
This was not a vision of the past, nor the future.
This was happening now.
Lucifer had descended alone upon a Primary Earth.
