"The White Crow Travel Brigade... seems different from what I imagined, not just insects."
Julius smiled coldly, lifting his eyes under the brim of his hat towards the Bloodline and Jack the Ripper.
He slowly took off his military cap and raised his cane, then lifted his head again.
In an instant, the ground beneath his feet suddenly split in two. Immediately from within the vast chasm, a silver rocky mountain rose suddenly, carrying him skyward, as if a deity was looking down on the world from high above.
In the blink of an eye, Jack the Ripper's figure vanished; she flashed like lightning down to the base of the mountain and leapt up, running sideways on the surface of the mountain as if defying gravity, speeding upwards;
The Bloodline wielded black wings forged from dragon blood, ascending like a great demon to the sky. She descended from above, and the blood pouring out from her pores at this moment formed streams of black and red light, raining torrentially behind her.
