The Ruins Opened

"..."

"Hiss... That black speck's getting bigger and bigger! Is it a meteorite?"

"Could some kind wizard calculate where it'll land and tell us whether we should run?" a Zero-Ring Warlock called anxiously.

"Without its distance or size, you couldn't calculate that even if you knew the angle. But the odds of a meteorite landing right on Hell Valley are low."

A Zero-Ring Wizard Apprentice shook his head, then added, "But if it really is a meteorite, and you can't escape the Prime Material Plane, you might as well find a comfortable position instead of running."

"I don't think it's a meteorite at all. At that angle, a meteorite would've fallen by now!"

"Could it be... the sky is falling?"

A meteorite?

The sky falling?

Every faction Yin Ming had belonged to before had been destroyed by human hands. There had always been warning signs. What kind of turn was this, with a natural disaster dropping out of nowhere?

Yin Ming stared, dumbfounded. Hearing the absurd discussion around him, he hurriedly looked up.

Hell Valley's dark, gloomy clouds acted like natural sunglasses, dimming the sun's glare. In the direction everyone was pointing, he saw a black speck the size of a basketball, growing steadily larger.

It was not falling fast, but it was probably much bigger than anyone expected—and far farther away.

If it really was a meteorite, that would not be much of a problem. The Wizard Black Tower kept at least a few Sixth-Ring wizards stationed on the Prime Material Plane. Shattering one meteorite would be easy enough.

"..."

Another full half hour passed!

The black dot grew to the size of a millstone, and a hazy outline became faintly visible.

It hung in the sky like a vast black planet, not far from the sun, and stopped