The torrent of magic, faster than light, streaked across the sky like an endless meteor shower. Nastisha lifted her head, feeling the intense distortion of the will within it, and her gaze immediately turned worried,
"That's the Minister's power... the spacetime itself is distorted. These attacks were supposed to be seen by us three years from now."
"Don't worry about Minister Balkmon," Ye Wangnan reassured, "Among the same group of strong ones returning from the Lower Starry Abyss, there were no lack of Narrative-Level civilizations. Even they praised his strength. The likes of the Night Butterfly Man are surely no match."
"I hope so." Nastisha nodded, suddenly noticing something. She looked up at the sky, "That disturbing sound has calmed..."
"Have the people of the Mechanical World been stopped?"
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