A large rift with flaming edges would crack open just below the layer of clouds high above the Empire State building, in New York. Stepping out from it was a large, lean built male, with loose white hair, towering a height of exactly six feet four inches. Scanning the area below him with his dark yellow eyes, the white wolf would close his eyes, only to take a deep breath. Opening his eyes slowly, he would exhale it all, as he would go on to speak, "So it begins..." He would utter under his breath letting his voice trail off, as he knew the flames of war was upon him.

Spinning his axe on his right hand, the White Wolf would free fall downwards. Bringing the axe forwards, holding it using both of his hands, the man would slam the axe on the ground as he reached the earth, resulting in a large shock-wave devastating every building and apartment complex around him, including the Empire State building, of course. A huge crater itself was created below him, while the dust and rocks whipped violently pushing outwards and away from him. The white wolf knew that the collateral damage that he had created was enough to spark attention among the world of the living. All he had to do now was just wait.