Antinoya was ultimately the stronger one. After swaying once, she gritted her teeth and held herself up through sheer willpower. Instinctively, she reached out and caught Miyali's small, limp body as it collapsed.
At the same time, she activated an emerald-green ring on her hand. Pale green mana enveloped the two girls, rapidly healing their injuries.
But although Miyali's physical wounds had healed, her eyes remained tightly shut, and she showed no sign of waking.
"Miya!~"
Antinoya anxiously looked at the tiny girl lying limp in her arms, her soft voice already carrying a faint sob.
Then, her gaze shifted to the middle-aged high elf dressed as a traveler, who had also stepped onto the terrace and was now frowning at the sky.
"Esteemed sir, could you please help heal Miya?"
Hearing this, the male elf's pale golden eyes swept over the unconscious girl. He was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed drastically the next instant.
At the same time, an alarm more piercing than before abruptly rang out.
The weather was exceptionally good that day. The azure sky was incomparably pure, without a single cloud.
But that also allowed the elves to see more clearly—and more shockingly—the twisted voids that had appeared in the transparent, distant sky, like a pure-colored oil painting. They nearly covered the entire firmament!
When the twisted voids filled the sky, Anvis's vision darkened.
The last scene he saw was countless "amoebas" falling from the sky toward the city like raindrops.
"Mm—"
Inside the Secret Chamber, Anvis let out a low groan. His body involuntarily took a step back as he opened his eyes again.
As his gaze slowly focused, the familiar Silver-white Wall came into view.
A pale orb of light drifted gently overhead, casting down soft radiance and fully calling