The horizon had begun to glow faintly red.
Compared with the boundless light energy released by the celestial bodies of the universe, the four miniature suns at the edge of the horizon, which had been shining for more than two hours, were hardly worth mentioning.
Under the sunlight.
As the celestial body known as Starveil rotated, it exposed its shadowed side to the side bathed in the light of the universe's sun. At the boundary between light and darkness across the continent, sky, and ocean, the temperature rose at an almost visible rate. The fundamental particles of the microscopic world were affected, and their formerly steady activity began to accelerate. Creatures that had slumbered through the night gradually awoke, ushering in a new day of life.
Compared with the influence of the energy of celestial bodies on nature, the Law Weapons wielded by the supposedly civilized beings who struggled to survive through humble evolution in this world were no more than fireflies before the moon.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
In the darkness before dawn, at the head of the hundred-plus High Scholars, the ever-expanding, shifting eye of the storm began to emit a high-frequency rumble. Reilo, his body distorted between light and shadow beneath his trembling Doomsday Cloak, slowly raised his head and looked toward the breach being torn by brute force through the Wind Barrier.
A black claw had ripped open a crack in the weakened Wind Barrier.
A flawless, powerful creature!
Its black wings radiated the magnificent aura of an ancient, noble, sacred bloodline—a miracle in the vast and ancient chain of life.
It looked down at them.
There was arrogant curiosity in its gaze, along with undisguised contempt for these little creatures who faced death without flinching.
"Marina..."
Despair filled the old scholar's eyes as he faced his