At this moment, on Avalon Island, a black dragon circled overhead, spreading its wings and casting a terrifying shadow that blotted out the sky. The proud Witch stood atop the dragon's back, cradling a small white-furred cub shaped like a puppy as she frowned down at the figure standing before a strange, withered tree stump.
What was this guy trying to do?
The man lowered his hand and stroked the grain of the trunk, as though reminiscing, or perhaps deep in thought.
After a brief pause, his gaze sharpened as if he had made some decision. He slowly rose, curling his fingers before him, and a dazzling golden wheel of spears condensed from the void. Its radiant might soared into the heavens, tearing through the layers of cloud above.
At the same time, just as the mysterious girl Arcueid, who had appeared in Tiffauges, and the priest Roa began investigating the scene, the earth suddenly trembled and the winds and clouds churned across the sky. An unfathomable rhythm spread from some unknown corner, passing through mountains, streams, snowfields, and secluded valleys, echoing in every direction.
At the same time, a spiral pattern of light pierced heaven and earth. Specks of luminous dust poured toward the ground from the vortex-like hollow pried open in the sky.
It was as though a gate to heaven had silently opened.
In an instant, the mysterious girl seemed to sense something and immediately turned to gaze into the distance. Her vast consciousness spread like ripples across water, golden chill glinting in her ruby-like eyes. Her aura abruptly changed, and a visible Aether Storm rose around her.
Roa, the priest standing at the forefront, felt as though he had been struck by a giant hammer. His chest caved in, his bones groaned under unbearable strain, capillaries