The heavy rain poured down, as if the entire sky and ocean were weeping.
The behemoth's silhouette had completely vanished, and the shattered Moon God Island slowly sank into the abyss as the seawater poured in, with the towering spires gradually tilting over like the tombstones of deities.
The projection of the Blood Holy Scripture flickered with a phantom light in Charlotte's hand, illuminating her soul.
Charlotte silently watched all of this, feeling that there was one less friend in the world with whom she could have an equal conversation.
The special identity after crossing made it difficult for her to have equal friendships.
People either looked at her with awe or approached her with various motives, but those she met during her journey through history had a purer relationship with her.
Oceanus was perhaps the most obvious example, this deity even initiated the friendship themselves, and although their years crossing history were short, the friendship was profound.
