It had been three weeks since Darius took down Pryion and went on a theme park ride with his beloved sister, Lena. Everything seemed to be going well for the people of Creston.
Cerion appeared in the sky above Creston. He looked down at the city with a sour look on his face. He stared at the mortals walking about their daily routine.
"Pitiful, they are unaware of what awaits them. This city is the main gateway of Mayhem, and they are going to be hit first. Well, he is here anyway, so they would be attacking here first."
He grunted; his presence alone was able to distort the every space around him, forcing birds to change their trajectory. It was still obvious that he was not in the mood for anything fun.
"I hope you are ready for what's waiting for you, mortal."
