The apocalypse brought people nothing but despair.
The Fisher Girl did not know where she was, yet she could clearly feel that helplessness and despair, like watching her family lie critically ill and breathe their last while she could do nothing.
Heavenly fire—the world-ending blaze that came from beyond the heavens to burn all things to ash—could not be stopped.
That suffocating despair made the Fisher Girl feel as though she could not breathe. Only by staring at that horned god could she find a spark of hope.
She could not explain why.
The moment she saw that slender figure, the word god came to mind.
Stars crumbled, fireballs rained from the sky, and flames filled heaven and earth. The girl, on the verge of collapse, felt that storms and towering waves were not so frightening after all.
Suddenly, the scene before her jolted violently. From the thick smoke, an enormous, majestic, savage dragon head rose—seemingly slowly, yet actually with astonishing speed!
It was too huge!
She had never seen a dragon before, but at first sight, she knew it was a dragon.
The enormous White Divine Dragon rose higher and higher.
The Fisher Girl could not describe the shock. She only knew it was larger than the greatest mountain she had ever seen.
The images changed swiftly. The incomparably massive divine dragon had already braced the fireballs.
It felt both like an instant and like a very, very long time. Yet she could remember most of the details clearly. The White Divine Dragon held up the fireballs, then was covered in thick ice, followed by rock. The dragon became a mountain soaring into the starry sky, and the world-ending catastrophe was finally stopped.
Sky Pillar Mountain!
She was no stranger to Sky Pillar Mountain, because she could see it