Underneath the vast expanse of the cerulean sky, two figures stood facing Whis, who towered with languid grace amid the barren landscape, a serene smile lingering on his lips. Eron Voidmaw, a master of consumption and gluttony, flexed his gauntleted hands, crimson talons glistening ominously in the early morning sun. Across from him was Dr4gon_Sunce, darting nervously on his feet, the aura around him shimmering with holographic echoes. The crisp air crackled with potential, anticipation hung heavy as they prepared to unleash everything they had.