Eight Floating Cities had gathered under the same sky. This was the first time in history!
The sight was magnificent.
At that moment, all the residents of Northril rushed into the streets to stare up at the sky. Although they still did not know the exact reason, they could guess that something huge enough to shake the Empire had happened, and there was a very high chance it was bad news.
Had the followers of an evil god started a rebellion?
An imperial civil war?
Or had the Abyss invaded the Material Plane?
All kinds of terrifying speculations flashed through people's minds. Panic spread through the crowds. Some people began running home in a panic, preparing to pack their belongings, call their families, and flee Northril.
The imperial capital instantly descended into chaos.
Suddenly, a vast aura descended from the sky. Far above the eight Floating Cities, a broad passage through the Void opened, and a graceful figure flew out. Everyone within hundreds of miles, regardless of how far away they were, could clearly see her appearance and feel her aura.
It was the Saint Avatar of Vejestri, Goddess of Magic!
"Goddess, protect us!"
Most of Northril's residents were followers of the Goddess of Magic. Millions of people immediately calmed down and fell to their knees, worshiping the divine avatar in the sky and praising her loudly.
However, before the people had completely settled down, another boundless divine power descended.
In the southern part of the city, dozens of miles from the Goddess of Magic, a towering figure appeared high in the sky. He wore silver-white armor and wielded a huge silver sword. His face belonged to a dignified middle-aged man, and holy radiance enveloped his body, making it impossible to look directly at him.
Tyrael, God of Justice and