At the same time, the transparent wind wall outside the Elf City collapsed in the impact of this Magic Power.
Raging sandstorms roared from the wilderness, like raging dragons spiraling downward, gradually engulfing the streets, greens, squares, and corpses...
Everywhere the eye could see was filled with the pallor of light and the somber darkness of death.
At this moment, inside the End of the Tower.
The halo still circulated, sacred and dazzling.
Looking up, at the dome of the silver tower, the Star River was inverted, seemingly connecting the World and the terminal of origins, with a sense of solemnity and etherealness pervading everywhere.
An invisible pressure made the worshippers subconsciously lower their heads.
Below, each piece of floor tile was paved in black and white, forming a striking contrast of colors, like a criss-cross chessboard.
