The piercing alarm rang out like a blade, instantly cutting through the lazy tranquility of a Hawaiian afternoon.
The resort paradise of blue seas, clear skies, coconut palms, and swaying shadows became a battlefield fraught with danger in mere seconds.
Red warning lights along both sides of the streets flashed madly, bathing the entire island in a chilling blood-red glow.
Warnings repeated in multiple languages over the broadcast, piercing through the roar of the waves:
"Abyssal Rift eruption! Repeat, Abyssal Rift eruption! All personnel, proceed immediately to the nearest shelter!"
Angel abruptly came to a stop, her six wings fully spreading in an instant. Every pristine white feather gleamed with a cold, sharp light beneath the sun.
The terrifying pressure unique to a UR Spirit Contract spread outward as if it were tangible, making the surrounding air several degrees heavier.
Xia Yuan dropped his lazy expression and narrowed his azure eyes slightly. "Hoh, things really never settle down."
As a Spirit Contractor, Mo Shiyu was no stranger to Abyssal Rifts.
"Senior Angel..." Mo Shiyu looked toward the radiant, holy figure beside her.
Angel did not look back. She merely uttered two words flatly. "Keep up."
Before her words had faded, she lightly tapped off the ground with her toes and shot into the sky like an arrow released from its bow.
Her six wings beat, kicking up fierce gusts that swept every fallen leaf and grain of sand around her into the air.
Her figure traced a graceful arc through the sky, flying straight toward the Abyssal Rift.
With both hands in the pockets of his beach shorts, Xia Yuan leisurely followed after her. He even had the leisure to turn back and say to Mo Shiyu:
"Miss Chubby Yu, let's go. Time to watch Miss Halo's performance."
Mo Shiyu