He slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon.
Atop a skyscraper a kilometer away, a figure stood strikingly; the curtain of rain around him seemed to lock the heavens and earth, and the bright moon appeared as if cleaved by dark clouds.
That person was cloaked in a pitch-black priest's robe, adorned with winding golden patterns like rivers, his light brown short hair slightly lifted by the wind, yet without compromising his demeanor.
And his eyes, those two deep and clear blue lakes, sparkled with a compassionate light, causing all beings, no matter the distance, to feel a shiver.
The torrential rain lashed out, thunder roared, but an invisible force kept it all at bay, rendering everything within a three-meter radius of him tranquil and serene.
Without any need for questions, all members of the Demon Race who witnessed his silhouette knew that this was the powerful being who had just extended his hand to help!