The porcelain-masked lady gazed at the Dream of the Crimson Moon. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the heavenly dome, interrupting her train of thought with a glaring white light.
Bang!
The sky suddenly became shrouded in dark clouds, where bolts of lighting moved about. The world fell into darkness as if a storm was approaching. The wind howled across the ground, and a wave of terror, much like a tsunami of spiritual energy, swept in.
"What is this..."
The porcelain-masked lady looked up in surprise, sensing someone approaching. She wondered why such timing was so coincidental, but she quickly realized it, looking at Gary Smith, she said:
"Were you the one who did this?"
She remembered Gary's odd move—despite the opportunity to buy time, he decidedly ended the battle.
"Yes!"
Hidden behind the Club President, Gary nodded, admitting:
"My reinforcements have arrived. Your time in the drama is over now."
