"It's time for the world of the past to end! So what if one couldn't revive the ancient gods because of this?"
The Darkness Goddess looked at the figure in front of her. This figure became increasingly eager to fight and could not help but be silent.
She smiled in relief afterward.
"We have different standpoints, so there's no need to say anything more... Then, let's fight!"
She spoke, and dozens of figures in the shadows attacked Windsor at the same time.
Windsor's lips curled into a cold smile as she raised the crescent moon-shaped scepter into the sky.
Rumble followed in the next moment.
Blood-red lightning danced like dragons in the sky.
It directly struck the crescent moon-shaped scepter.
Windsor's aura instantly skyrocketed at a terrifying speed.
