And as the meteor streaked across the sky, the Net of Destiny likewise underwent changes, which alerted many Prophets to this new variable.
However, as a black hole that completely shielded the Net of Destiny, the Councilman on the battlefield remained unaware of all this.
"Why haven't you given up yet, Lord Zast? Is there something you are relying on?"
Looking at Anvis who was still quietly floating in the Sleeping Snow, the Councilman's interest was piqued, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
In Anvis's eyes, there was no color of despair, only vigilance, gravity, and a hint of fervor.
This expression puzzled the Councilman, but at this moment, the Will of Ma'elim was also reaching its final moments of descent.
In the splendid night sky obscured by the Starry Snow, the vague phantom of a huge dark yellow eyeball had begun to emerge.
It was tightly shut but almost covered the entire starry sky with its size.
