"So it's like this…"
The Old Man On The Moon applied a very serious look to his face as sights flitted past the rest of the deities.
Floating behind him is the fleeing figure of his envoy and Xiao Fanyu's team dashing through the blaze of intermingling smoke and heat. The brightness and height of those embers was akin to the opening of a beast's mouth.
Night turned to day in a mere unravel of thirty minutes that changed the whole deposition of the stage.
Destructive and merciless were those claws grasped at the heel of escaping players.
Tension seemed high and suffocating to the point that even the three god and goddesses facing the screen could sense. In that fraction of a blink, it was as if they were also part of the spectacle as sweat wetted the palm of their hands and back.
"As I was mentioning…"
Attention pulled back by the voice of the old man, the three deities blinked their eyes in confusion.
