Davis and the others arrived before the False Dawn Harbinger's territory.
They had just climbed a mountain and looked at the basin that rolled over into plain flatlands. There was a valley straight ahead, and to the left side, the soil scorched in a strange silver light. There were dunes blocking their sight over certain locations.
However, even while being fifty thousand kilometers away, they could see it with their naked eye.
It was a twenty-thousand-meter-tall giant.
This twenty-thousand-meter giant stood unmoving in the middle of the flatlands, its form like a blasphemous god that had descended to judge all beings. Four radiant wings unfurled from its back, each feather glowing like a shard of the first sunrise. The light pouring from its body was not warm. It rather felt suffocating.
Just a single glance made their souls quiver, as though they were gazing upon the very principle of destruction masked as a divine being.
