In the airspace of the Ethereal Lumina Tree, an obsidian palace arrived, causing countless heads within the Bastion Cities to turn.
Just from how it appeared in the airspace without making much of a sound or breaking space, they knew the people inside must be ones they shouldn't trifle with.
They saw a few people descend, their figures cloaked in black hoods as well as different kinds of masks that greatly obscured their features. There were as many as ten of them, making them intrigued.
It didn't seem like a powerful faction for them to be obscuring their features and coming out in fewer numbers? They even shelved the flying palace into their spatial ring, making them amused. Some people in the Bastion Cities sighed lightly since these people didn't seem to be heading to their Bastion City, but to the Eighth Bastion City.
They felt it was a pity.
Davis and the others descended and strode towards the giant walls.
