Unless, from the very beginning, they knew they were going to die.
Just like the children of Inega II.
Just like the children of Axel.
Just like Michael himself.
"Come out."
Michael raised his head, looking at the silver star shining in the sky. That silver star now rivaled the sun, even more dazzling and brilliant, and at this moment, it was precisely noon; the light of the Terra Sun almost overlapped with the silver star, and terrifying energy surged towards him.
And at this moment, Michael called out, calling for the power and legacy he had received.
Thus, with an aether vast as the sea twisting space-time, a massive vortex appeared directly above Michael's head, a terrifying aura descending like a tsunami, ultimately condensing into a sphere intertwined with black and white patterns, resembling a vortex.
