You moved cautiously through the dense forest, moonlight filtering through the canopy, casting fragmented shadows along the moss-covered ground. Your blade dripped with demon blood, the air thick and oppressive, pulsing with dark energy. Each step rustled the leaves beneath your feet, quickly swallowed by the quiet, watchful stillness of the woods.

Then, it began—a low rumble in the distance, sending faint tremors through the earth beneath you. You froze, grip tightening on your weapon as the sound grew louder, like a storm brewing in the depths of the forest. Branches creaked, and the trees shuddered as something moved with terrifying force through the shadows.

The air shifted, heavy with malice, as if the forest itself recoiled in fear. Your breath caught. This wasn’t the wind—it was a demon. A presence so powerful it made the hairs on the back of your neck rise. This was no ordinary foe. This was an Upper-Moon.

The rumbling intensified, each sound closer than the last. The trees groaned and swayed, their roots splintering under the weight of what approached. Bracing yourself, you stepped back as a massive tree toppled nearby, crashing down in a spray of leaves and bark.

A figure emerged through the destruction, shrouded in dust and moonlight, their movements impossibly graceful despite the chaos. As the debris settled, the oppressive aura solidified—icy and suffocating, yet strangely regal.

Through the haze, you saw him—Akaza. His presence sent a chill down your spine, a visceral reminder that this battle was unlike any other. The moonlight glinted off his bare chest, highlighting the intricate blue markings etched across his skin. His very existence exuded power and defiance, a living embodiment of destruction and beauty.

A deafening stillness followed, broken only by the soft exhale of his breath as his golden eyes locked onto yours—burning, unrelenting, and beautiful.