Far above the clouds, where even storms rarely reached and ordinary people could never survive, a deep purple beam tore through the skies at terrifying speed. The atmosphere itself split apart before it while enormous clouds were violently dragged into spiraling currents behind it. Pressure waves echoed across the heavens like distant explosions, spreading for dozens of kilometers through the skies below. The beam moved so fast that even sound struggled to follow it properly, leaving only distorted shockwaves and trembling air in its wake.
And it headed toward only one destination.
The Denvaar Kingdom.
Inside that streak of purple light, Merisa's expression remained cold and frighteningly serious. Her long royal purple hair whipped violently behind her as the energy surrounding her body distorted the air itself. Her eyes never moved away from the horizon ahead even once. Every passing second only made her push herself faster.
Her son was there.
And war had already begun.
