The airship had reached within 200 kilometers of Clotho City, but could go no further.
Thunder ravaged the skies, with flashes of lightning streaking one after another, and the sound of thunder rumbling incessantly, roaring across the heavens. A dense web of lightning formed, encircling the entirety of Clotho City at its center.
Thunder rolled in the sky; even though it was twilight, it glowed as if it were daytime. The ground also trembled violently, and the sound of thunder roared from beneath the earth.
Clotho City, shivering under the protection of a silvery white barrier.
The three Cardinals of the Noble Temple floated in midair, their eyes tightly shut, faces expressionless.
Behind them emerged three faintly translucent figures, Divine Envoys of the God of Nobility.
Such a degree of Divine Descent was beyond the reach of mere mortals. Fran dared not approach any closer, and the three could only watch with heavy hearts as Clotho City was bathed in the light of thunder.
