Silver-white lightning spread across the ruins once known as the West Balam Docks, mercilessly destroying everything within them.
The gale had swept away the gloomy clouds, leaving only a moon that scattered crimson light over the earth.
Several whistles of rushing air came from afar. The Archbishop and Pope of the Church of Storms hovered in the air with grave expressions, exchanged a glance, then swiftly scattered and flew down at tremendous speed.
Angels had fought here, and the Lord of Storms had unleashed his power to purge the contamination completely.
What lay before these representatives of the Lord of Storms in the mortal world was an irrefutable fact. And it was not just the members of the Church of Storms-every High Sequence Beyonder would find sleep elusive tonight.
"The Lord of Storms-" Despair Nightingale stood in the Demoness Sect's residence in Backlund, a faint tremor in her eyes. "What on earth are those lunatics from the Aurora Order doing?"
The Lord of Storms had nearly descended.
Once a True God appeared in Backlund, Evil God Followers like them, who hid in the city plotting all manner of things, would be swept away in an instant.
However, that did not mean the Lord of Storms would spend much time eliminating Evil God Followers below Sequence Two. Rather, the Lord of Storms' descent was itself equivalent to a catastrophe.
A God merely walking the earth would cause untold horror and bloodshed. And if the Tyrant, who held dominion over "storms" and "catastrophes," descended upon Backlund-
Then Backlund might be destroyed by divine power in an instant.
And as everyone knew, compared with the foreign "Sun" and "Knowledge," the Lord of Storms was most wary of the Aurora Order's True Creator.
In other words- Despair Nightingale's pupils dilated slightly, and a look