The ten thousand clouds gathered, forming a giant spear that descended from the sky like a sky-reaching pillar.
The surrounding space solidified under this power, forcing the ants on the ground to bow their heads, awaiting their slaughter.
Before the heavenly spear touched down, the area it pointed to began to collapse, turning into dust under immense magic power.
Yet, those wind elements that should have fled the scene to create a vacuum prison still lingered around the Hero, granting her a brief moment of respite.
And in that fleeting instant, the trumpet sounded.
The Hero's magic power surged suddenly, boiling, burning fiercely like a lit torch, its brilliance shaking the space and shattering the oppression and restraints.
Two young girls lifted their heads in sync, staring straight at the descending heavenly spear.
Neither of them glanced at their other self because they had felt the burning determination in each other's hearts, unrelated to Sloth.
