A day before the estimated day, at the Northern Primordial World.
Dawn had only just kissed the horizon, painting the edge of the world in hues of faded gold, while the galaxy's starlight still twinkled above, an ethereal beauty that stood in stark contrast to the foreboding scene unfolding below.
Dunstan was the first to step out of the ancient cave where they had retreated for shelter. He stretched his arms high above his head, a wide yawn escaping his lips as though trying to shake free the tension coiled in his limbs. But just as the morning silence settled over him, his eyes caught something, something wrong.
A distant shadow flickered, gesturing around the colossal Primordial Metal Tree they had escaped from the night before. His brows furrowed, and his gaze narrowed into a squint, straining to bring the faint shapes into clearer focus.
"You're already awake?" Lumina's voice drifted toward him from the cave's shadowed mouth.
