Recquir Palace Gardens.

Lucas Recquir, King of the Recquir Empire stood before his ancestor.

"Ancestor, what do you need of me?"

Lucas spoke respectfully.

"Lucas, I will be temporarily leaving this world."

Serra started out.

"Leaving?"

This surprised Lucas.

Given the current situation, Serra's existance was necessary for the current development and change of the era.

"No need to fear, Aura shall stay to ensure everything works out."

This let Lucas sigh in relief.

"I see. Until when will you return?"

Serra thought about it for a moment.

"A few months at the very least. I merely need to settle matters regarding my disciples. I will soon return."

"Very well. We will do our utmost until then."

Lucas bowed.

"Lucas, when I return, I hope that everything would be settle properly then. I expect great things from you."

"Yes, Ancestor. I will fulfill your expectations."

Serra smiled.

"Excellent. As expected of one of my descendants. You truly stand at the caliber of kings."

This made Lucas feel proud.

To have his great and noble ancestor praise him...

It was a great honor.

"Now then... It's time to go."

Serra looked up then faded away.

In the sky.

High up above, Serra tore through a dimensional crack then entered it.

The dimensional rift was unstable and endlessly violent.

Serra didn't even blink as they raged towards him.

A pale blue sphere guarded him fiercely and the waves were unable to harm him the slightest.

Serra headed forward at rapid speed.

He crashed towards the waves.

They were completely unable to deter him.

These torrentrial waves were a calamity towards all but four individuals.

And Serra was one of those four.

So these Dimensional Waves hold no threat towards him.

After some time, Serra stopped moving and tore another crack.

"Now then... My old disciple... How much have you achieved within that chaotic world? Come and show me how far you've grown."

Serra spoke with a hint of a playful smile.

Then, he entered through that crack.