Grimm was nothing but an inconspicuous black spot among the Demon Hunters, mechanical marionettes and aircrafts that were coming and going.
As he approached closer to the Demon Hunters' Void Fortress, he saw the thick and solid blood-colored metal that was exuding a cold, shimmering light. It was a color that struck fear and hopelessness within the creatures of the foreign worlds, but it was the pride and confidence of every Demon Hunter.
As he left the dark clouds, it became brighter and the temperature increased. Grimm, who was approaching the Void Fortress softly exclaimed his surprise.
The Void Fortress was moving away from the clouds. It seemed that the battle command decided to establish the base of the sorcerer world at the scorching, shadowless world of the Crimson Sun.
It was a land where no Amonro had touched; yet it took up a huge area of the shadow world like the oceans of the sorcerers' world.