· Fluctuations from Gensokyo

The rainbow-colored sky, the spirits so dense they had reached their limit, and the continents floating in midair—Phantasma of all shapes, some hideous, some terrifying, some divine, flew through the heavens. Among them were many Phantasma resembling harpies, Griffins, sirens, and more.

Although the fantasy creatures living throughout this separate space were collectively called Phantasma, in Lu Qiming's eyes, every single Phantasma was a unique existence. Each of them represented a race in and of itself, somewhat like Yukari Yakumo, who was a race of one.

After all, Lu Qiming could hardly treat Griffins and harpies as the same race, even if they were indeed apostles created by the Old Deus.

"Being from another world, you have come. And Avant Heim, it has been a long time."

While Lu Qiming was sizing up the many Phantasma, the Phantasma Griffin flew above the Flügel's headquarters, Avant Heim. Countless Flügel watched Lu Qiming below, and the Griffin even stated Lu Qiming's true identity outright, as if he had long known that Artosh the God of War was not here.

Below, after Avant Heim heard the greeting from Griffin, his ferocious maw slowly opened, and a sound like the long cry of a whale rang out, serving as a reply to his old friend Griffin.

"Heh. After all these years, you still haven't changed at all."

After hearing Avant Heim's response, Griffin chuckled. When he had first seen Avant Heim, he had been just as he was now, carrying the kingdom of the Flügel without a single complaint, giving up his own freedom.

But after all these years, Avant Heim was still the same as he had once been. To be honest, Griffin felt a faint trace of jealousy toward such an Avant Heim. After all, during the thousands of peaceful years after