Windsor towards the west, the boundless ocean west of the Republic of Ireland.
The night sea is profound and mysterious, like a scroll unfolding under the moonlight, stretching into the distance.
Far away, the sky and sea melt into one hue, morphing from deep blue into pitch black, as though a colossal black hole devouring all sound and light, only to reflect loneliness and an unknown fear outward.
The portal opened, Lord Pride beats his six wings and flies out first, followed closely by the Four Virtues, each taking a position, encircling Pride at the center.
Whether you call it Pride soloing the Four Virtues or the Four Virtues ganging up on Pride, there's no denying Pride's status as Hell's number one Great Demon King—it's nothing short of legendary.
Pride waved his hand, conjuring a Holy Spear, surrounded by golden ribbons of the Golden Rule, like a pure angel descending into the Mortal World, dispelling darkness and bringing light and hope.
