Only victory is everything.
The steel jungle of dark gray, in the bizarre and fantastic backdrop, emanates a cold, resolute, and relentless killing aura, waiting for the curtain to completely drop, welcoming the impending filthy frenzy.
Raelia stands in front of the formation like a statue of a War God about to ignite, with a breath like molten lava intertwined with the buzz of twisted space, heralding the coming of the storm.
"Crack!"
The curtain was torn apart.
The curtain of overlapping space was completely torn apart by an invisible hand, and the area long distorted by light and blurred in scenery suddenly became clear.
The overlapping of space was completed.
The surrounding space immediately conveyed a feeling of comfort to the Night Watchers, as if they had returned to their own world.
The Abyss's breath still existed, but under the shelter of the walls and the resistance of the space overlap's rules, it seemed to become bearable, no longer so irritating.
