“You!! What a pestilence that won’t leave well alone!” The Ghost Bat King shrieked with outrage when it saw the pillars of gold and silver light and furled its wings, protecting the darkness around it.

Bam!

Bam!

The two pillars ruthlessly blasted its wings; the gloom in this part of the void crumbled away. Around the outskirts of the mountain, the hordes of ghost bats spooked and hastily streamed back to their king, taking shelter under its wings.

A dot of faint purple light slowly rose beneath the two beams of radiant splendor. Dressed in purple, a young man wielding a sword paced out of the unknown. A sun and a moon floated over his head—the chaos...