Several cloaked figures filled the skies. Many of their faces were hidden, as though they were trying to hide their identities from the Heavens themselves. All one could tell was that some were vaguely men, others were vaguely women, and others weren't the normal form of humanoids at all, making it difficult to tell anything much other than the fact they were living, breathing creatures…
Creatures that held a power that made the world weep.
And weep it did.
The skies opened up, and raindrops of golden red fell from the heavens. One would have thought that a Dao Lord of great rapport had just died. But this was nothing more than a precursor.
Even when Ailsa went on her earlier killing spree, it was like the world had been too fearful to show its dissatisfaction. But now it had truly reached its breaking point.
It didn't dare to show its fury, but instead, it displayed its sadness.
The potential of the world poured out in waves.
