"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"
A shrieking scream filled with horror, confusion, and utter surprise sounded from Ming Shufeng. Her ocean-blue eyes were affixed to the sky, trembling hectically at the chaos above. The instability of her gaze was matched by the sky, with endless ripples and booming sounds erupting.
Even her footing was disturbed, causing her to nearly fall. "The sky!" She shouted, pointing at the sky that started to crack like grass, fragmenting with clear-cut fissures between them. It was as if the falseness of the sky was being revealed.
The figure beside her was looking at the sky, her hands trembling beneath her robes and those crimson eyes of her reflected absolute shock and endless uncertainty. San Yongli's heart was racing a million miles a minute as she recalled a familiar scene from her past.
Her past? This world's future?
