Shard took a deep breath and squinted, trying to see the silhouette of the Diviner amidst the crimson glow from above, but he couldn't see anything.
Behind him, vast amounts of Steam Mist emerged from a mysterious direction, with the whistle sounding long, and the chimes of a clock ringing in the void.
The chime of a clock when a Circle Sorcerer summons the Ring of Fate, although loud to the person themselves, actually stops abruptly after a certain distance. Hence, there's no occurrence of Circle Sorcerers fighting in the city alleys with the clock chimes being heard by passersby half a street away.
But at this moment, the chimes that resounded gradually echoed from the small remnants above the treetops to encompass the entire island.
Dong~ Dong~ Dong~
