Day three.
Around the Central Tower.
The sky remained as overcast as ever, with strong winds howling and flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across.
The indistinct figures on the ruins seemed accustomed to waiting; even though the Abyss Saints had kept them waiting for another three days, there was not the slightest sign of impatience.
Only Lilith Beia, whose temperament clearly could not tolerate such neglect, finally lost her patience. With a cold snort, she transformed into a twisted Blood Shadow, flashing instantly to the air above the Central Tower.
But before she could express her anger, she let out a muffled groan, her expression changing slightly as a flush of blood surged to her cheeks.
Frowning, she looked up towards the northern sky.
To the north, across a continental plate in the sky above a city, the warships of Burning Heaven overshadowed everything, continuously emerging from the wormhole in the clouded sky.
