"Pray!"
It sounded as though the voice had descended from heaven, but it had actually risen within the hearts of the people.
Majestic and grand, it radiated unquestionable authority from every direction. Thus, the people prostrated themselves on the ground... Prayer was innate to the people of the City of Freedom.
Yet strangely, the power their prayers generated was actually black.
The many circling black inverted crosses were like absorbers. They transformed into a vortex and rapidly extracted the black power of wishes produced by the people.
Above the City of Freedom, a black storm was taking shape, shrouding everything in darkness.
Amid the praying crowd, a figure sprinted rapidly. Before long, that figure had climbed onto a tall building near the Saint Maiden Ritual venue, overlooking the entire area around it.
Breathing slightly heavily, Miss Asman reached the rooftop and kicked open the stairwell door.
The howling wind instantly poured into the stairwell, sending her hair whipping wildly... She walked out, and within the storm, she saw a strong figure with his arms spread wide, embracing the gale raging through heaven and earth.
He was laughing, laughing with excitement!
Miss Asman gritted her teeth and walked toward the sturdy figure against the wind. "Bailang!"
His laughter stopped, and he slowly turned around. No one in the entire Holy Light Kingdom would find his face unfamiliar. He was practically a true celebrity, known in every household throughout the seven cities of the City of Dawn—the President of Bailang, Bailang!
"Asman?" A pleased look appeared in President Bailang's eyes. "I didn't expect you to come out. I thought you'd need a little more time."
"Something unusual happened." Miss Asman frowned. "The ritual... was it you who initiated it?"
President Bailang shook his head and said with a smile, "How could I