Crack.
Fine threads of lightning streaked across the sky overhead, like twisted, winding tree branches crawling over the entire night sky.
Maradona looked up at the sky, his expression slightly grave.
"It's happening again?"
He could sense an incomparably vast and terrifying God Power gathering in space, but strangely, its target did not seem to be him.
"Ge An."
A shadow condensed and emerged behind him, taking human form.
"I'm here."
"This doesn't seem to be the Water Mother's divine power."
"The Feather Saint's power is fluctuating. But we've always kept to our own waters and never crossed paths—why would it suddenly make trouble on Miska's side?" Maradona was somewhat puzzled.
"I don't know. But at this critical juncture, we must stabilize the situation as quickly as possible. The other forces will never sit by and watch this opportunity slip away," the shadowy figure said gravely.
"I'll preside over the ancient talisman. Don't worry, there won't be—"
Boom!!! A mass of black smoke suddenly exploded from the distant campus. Like flames, the smoke burned and spread between the buildings.
The windows of the dormitory area, which had been lit moments ago, rapidly went dark one after another as the smoke covered them.
"Damn it!!" Maradona's expression changed drastically.
"How dare you!!?" He paused, about to soar into the sky and fly toward that direction.
But a voice that suddenly rose behind him made him stop at once.
"Hill Maradona, five hundred years have passed, yet you still look so young. You've kept yourself very well."
Maradona turned around, his expression icy as he stared at the old woman who had appeared behind him without warning.
She wore a broad, ancient hooded cloak. Something like wings seemed to be writhing on her back, while her head was completely hidden beneath the