Fifth Realm.
In the depths of a sky as dark as a pool of ink, only creatures that have struggled to survive here year-round have clear vision.
"Pat-a-pat! Pat-pat!"
Scattered remains sparsely fall like drops of rain, tapping the ground filled with filth, which had dried up long ago.
"It's of no use anyway…"
The Goddess of an alien tribe faced a black lake, watching the corpses of the human race fall and the water go "plop" with a sound.
She gently touched the tiny horns of the Dark Giant Python without a hint of joy but rather, expressed her sorrows and worries.
Pang Jian listened in silence, gradually piecing together some facts.
The woman with six pairs of pure white wings came from a tribe known as the Heaven Clan, which, though sparse in population, held exceedingly high prestige in the Fifth Realm.
The Goddess of the Heaven Clan held an even more honored and revered position, admired by all tribes.
