Meeting

In the raging White Mist and Black Sea, the final act of Angel Hunting was unfolding.

The Golden Fish was shrinking.

Under Ash and the others' gazes, this Golden Fish that guarded the Silver Wings did not bleed, did not show wounds, and did not howl after taking the sword light. It swam quietly around the Silver Wings, pressing its scales against the feathers, like a mother comforting her child, an elder sister caring for her younger brother.

Every time it moved, it left golden ripples behind. The entire battlefield seemed to become its stage. Its proud swimming posture left the arcanists entranced, its aloof attitude made the White Mist stall, and its elegant radiance even made the Black Sea feel ashamed.

For a moment, it was as if only a dance of gold and silver remained in the entire world.

As the Golden Fish grew smaller and smaller, the arcanists heard a distant sound of bubbles. Then the Golden Fish burrowed into the Silver Wings and vanished.

The fearless Phantom Prophet murmured, "I have a bad feeling about this..."

"It's practically like a chaste, unyielding widow committing suicide to resist a gang of despicable, shameless thieves," Ash described in great detail.

Scattered.

The noble, pure Silver Wings suddenly scattered. They no longer drifted up one by one and fell one by one. Instead, all of them—hundreds of thousands, millions, even nearly a hundred million Silver Light Falling Feathers—scattered at the same time.

Within them, the arcanists saw pride, saw anger, saw exhaustion, and saw danger most of all.

Even the eternal, indestructible, desireless Void Realm seemed to have a child it cherished.

The White Mist was pressing down! The Black Sea was surging up! The Star Law Master had long since prepared everything. She had anticipated that the Void