The six-colored light pillars of the City of the Ship's Rudder shook everyone in the city. The vibration brought by the energy beam that shot from the top of the island piercing the sky stopped after more than ten seconds, and then a giant vortex appeared in the sky.
"Magical Disaster! It's a Magical Disaster!" someone knowledgeable immediately shouted.
As if to verify his statement, dimensional thunder burst from the vortex in the sky. Some passing birds were engulfed by the Magic Thunder, burned, twisted, and re-emerged with skeletal wings enveloped in lightning and fire, becoming Demons.
In the tranquil Flos Sky Realm, the emergence of a Magical Disaster and masses of Demons was too distant for ordinary people; many were only here for the Double Eagle Helm Festival, completely unaware of what this signified.
However, there were plenty who understood matters of the sky, and they rushed towards the port, eager to set sail.
