Feixiao raised her head and looked toward the sky.
As far as the eye could see, the land was filled with flying rubble and dust, as though it might collapse at any moment.
In the sky, exquisite figures flew continuously, yet they did not evoke even the slightest sense of beauty. They were members of the race known as the Winged Race, darting back and forth.
Other than the deadly ash that had yet to fall from the heavens, everything here inevitably brought to mind an old and terrifying legend—the Great War Era.
Even Feixiao, who had no idea where this world was headed, could not help becoming vigilant in the face of that bleak, murderous atmosphere.
She watched the flying figures in the sky and assessed their data. Her expression gradually turned grave.
—The Winged Race's stats were exceptionally beautiful, and most of them had slaughtered for tens of thousands of years... Put bluntly, these people were killing machines.
"Feels like... this place might not be very peaceful..."
Feixiao turned to Russell as she spoke. At that instant, Feihuang began circling behind her, clearly entering a half-combat state.
"You don't need to be that nervous."
Russell, however, remained perfectly calm. As for why—
"Russell, you're back."
A director who radiated elite competence leaped straight down from the sky. Her silver hair fluttered beneath the crimson heavens, dazzling like starlight.
Clearly, this was Topaz.
The instant she landed, large numbers of Winged Race members descended from the sky as well, surrounding her like guards.
Unless one was blind, it was obvious that Topaz possessed considerable prestige among the Winged Race.
The elite woman who had landed smiled the moment she saw Russell. Yet after looking around and spotting Feixiao, a brief flash of wariness seemed to pass through her eyes.