Boom!
Dark energy came rolling in on everyone.
They transformed into dark clouds. Everyone felt suffocated.
The entire realm fell into darkness.
"Amitabha!"
Hymns were heard just when the dark clouds were about to engulf the realm.
Golden light shined on the other side. It was as if a small sun was levitating mid-air, battling the darkness.
At the center of the golden light was a figure who sat crossed-leg. She had droopy eyelids and looked compassionate. It was Tara Yuecha.
She somehow got herself a Lotus Terrace. It was roughly made but it was good enough. It spun slowly underneath her.
Amon and Backo walked over on dark clouds. They looked menacing. They said in a cold voice, "Yuecha, you've gone mad!"
