The city was rummaged from the ground down. The heavenly golden fists made of mana was everlasting as it sent down beyond the clouds in the sky. Even the glimmer of dawn that was approaching from the east looked dimmed compared to what's happening.
The world itself was suffocating as it suffered endless heavy blows. In the North City, Tusak's master quickly grabbed his recuperating student by one hand before they flew toward the east where the source of nature's disaster came from.
"Wha- what's happening?!"
"Look! Over there, there is something that's going on there! East City!"
The army that was a moment ago gobsmacked by the sudden vanish of the youth who found himself floating above the sacred city, was soon found themselves hanging on the balance from the tremor that was emitted from the golden curtain of light that seemed to descend from above the clouds.
"H-Heaven..." the captain muttered.
