In the distant flatlands above an area blackened due to the previous lightning storm, Klytius floated in the sky, underneath a dense aggregation of tribulation clouds.
His gaze was serious and his face was solemn as he stood upright while crossing his arms in front of his chest. Staring unflinchingly at the rumbling clouds, he seemed to wait for someone.
A few minutes later, a voice mechanically spoke, "Not going to attack?"
"I don't have a habit of attacking an unprepared opponent," Klytius replied, uncrossing his arms.
"Pity. It's a waste of time and effort," answered the voice.
Narrowing his eyes, Klytius said, "That's just how us, the people of the [Good] faction, are."
"I see," paused the voice, "Are you here to capture me?"
Nodding his head, Klytius began to release his aura, "Yes. I would advice surrendering yourself. I swear on my name to grant you a fair trial for your crimes."
About his Domain...it will be explained in the next chapter.