In the face of the Grace bestowed by the Main World, even the Solar Relic fell into a peculiar silence.
Whether it was the Alien Races, Demons, or the Human Clan, all eyes were focused on the multiracial monument where the black flames danced non-stop, performing a doomsday dance and exuding a strange, seasonal aura.
Especially for the Alien Races, not only were they crushed by Gary Smith, but they were also turned into nourishment for the opponent's strength, which was incredibly stifling.
Evelyn Walker watched this scene unfold, and since Gary Smith's arrival, the entire future had been altered; the plot she knew so well had been twisted beyond recognition, robbing her of her prophetic abilities. But...
It was this very uncertainty,
that made her even more excited, whispering to herself, "Only an out-of-control destiny is truly interesting!"
Behind her, countless deep azure eyes stared at that figure, filled with a sickly yearning.
"World-class Treasure!"
