Time to Watch the Gods Tear Each Other Apart

And that sliver of moonlight

was precisely the ability Jiang Menghan held in her palm.

She hid within the shadows, quietly watching the Lorenz Riel radicals carry out the ritual that would push the "container" into the abyss of a divine aberration.

The torrential rain, carrying an almost imperceptible chill, enveloped everything and completely drowned out every sound that might have drawn attention.

Elsewhere,

deep within this cruise ship fleet hailed as the pinnacle of modern luxury, an inconspicuous wine cellar lay hidden beneath the splendor like a secret palace, exuding Southeast Asia's distinctive sense of time-honed depth.

Soft light spilled through custom crystal chandeliers, intertwining with the mottled shadows cast across the oak wine racks to create an atmosphere both warm and mysterious.

The cellar held no shortage of famous wines: France's "DRC Romanée-Conti," its deep ruby hue containing the essence of Burgundy terroir, known in French as "Domaine de la Romanée-Conti," a treasure coveted by countless wine lovers; and Italy's "Barolo DOCG G.B. Burlotto," whose complex, lingering flavor resembled Tuscan sunshine, with "Barolo" symbolizing the pride and glory of that land in Italian.

And at that moment,

amid the chaos, Su Wen slowly pushed open the door and entered the wine cellar.

Yet despite possessing the abilities of a top-tier bartender, he paid little attention to those famous wines.

He merely tapped lightly on an ordinary-looking lid in the cellar.

The next second,

a low, prolonged mechanical clatter echoed through the wine cellar.

It was as though some mechanism had been activated in tandem.

A revolving door slowly opened, revealing a secret passage leading to a two-level storage room.

Several figures poked their heads out from behind the enormous oak barrels in the backup storage room.

They were members of the Resistors Organization, but Pedro Joao's expression was