The golden glow of a saint’s cosmos flickers into the room. A tall, imposing figure steps forward, his countdown voice calm but unwavering. Blue-green hair brushes his shoulders, emerald eyes watch every detail as the sound of the gold saints cloth is heard with each step.

Kanon kept a cool gaze on the specters before him, before they could react or even attack, the saint of gemini made waste out of the small group without even moving a muscle as his cosmos kept burning, only seeing one who was left standing.

"Your not like the rest of specters..." Kanon took a step forward, his presence crushing and pressing as if gravity thicken.

"Where is the wall of laments.." Kanon narrowed his eyes at the specter before him.