Random Landing Point

The flames brought by the Dragon Beast dispersed from the sky.

After night fell, the sky was once again filled with the chill that belonged to the night. Only the floating islands pieced together into a defensive line remained in their defensive formation, utterly motionless.

At the edge of the floating island where Silver City stood.

Just minutes earlier, the warriors clad in Righteous Walker's Craft had been preparing for battle.

They were the first to notice what was happening ahead, and they saw the Dragon Beast plummeting.

Summoning their courage, they approached the island's edge and peered down.

The massive Dragon Beast fell amid a rain of fire, growing smaller and smaller in their sight.

"Dragon Beast... Dragon Beast..."

"It... it fell?"

"It's dead!"

The warriors looked at one another, none daring to make a judgment at this moment.

But only a few minutes later.

The Righteous Walker's Craft on their bodies began to fade, while the Dragon Beast's body vanished beyond their range of vision along with the falling rain of fire. Only the islands controlled by Organizer's Craft remained in their defensive stance, walls raised where they stood.

"..."

The sky was silent.

Whether people wished to believe it or not, the great enemy of the Seventh Stage was dead.

The dark, silent sky was the strongest proof.

"..."

All kinds of cries gradually rose from within Silver City.

After the disaster, some searched for their companions and family; others shouted in grief and fury at the ruins left by the impact.

This continued for about fifteen minutes.

Beneath the pitch-black canopy of the sky, the floating islands that had stood to the east gradually dispersed and returned to their original paths, continuing to orbit the city like stellar tracks.

At the very center of Silver City,