Above the ancient castle ruins, in the sky.
Clouds churned in the darkness of night, gathering into a gigantic white vortex that spread to the far horizons, where dark red thunder flashed, diffusing terrifying energy and illuminating the pitch-black night sky.
Within the massive, shattered void at the center, a vague phantasmagoria could be glimpsed.
Extremely indistinct.
A tide of blood clashed against a radiance of gold, fading away almost instantly.
The great fear that loomed over everyone's hearts, the destructive energy amassed above the clouds, was now dissipating little by little.
"Is the danger, seemingly disappearing?"
Xing Jinglei, who had already run dozens of kilometers away, looked up and muttered as he saw the gradually thinning dark red thunder.
But he dared not relax even a little bit.
