"Grandpa."
"Hmm?"
Unlike his usual response when his grandson called him, this time, Dis sounded faintly puzzled, and a trace of depth showed in his eyes.
Had the same thing happened with Vic, Rasma would have thought Vic had been "mentally controlled," or had been affected by his surroundings and was talking nonsense, needing time to slowly regain his senses;
but Dis would not. He would not think his grandson was joking with him, especially since it was not funny, and was even somewhat baffling.
Most importantly, Dis knew Kallen's character. His grandson had always been mature and steady; every word that left his mouth seemed carefully considered.
Just then, the sky went dark.
Although the house remained brightly lit, and the family continuing their meal downstairs carried on as usual, outside the study window, everything instantly turned pitch-black, stripped of all light.
Kallen pushed open the window. He "saw" a black iron curtain completely enveloping Rojia City.
12 Pillars of Light had fully descended;
12 Temple Elders had joined forces to impose the most thorough blockade.
A gigantic scythe hung overhead in place of the moon, swaying back and forth. It was what had severed everything.
That was its true body, brought out of the Order Temple. This was a High-Grade Divine Artifact of exceptionally high completeness, long since integrated into certain systems of the Order God Church. This also indirectly showed how much importance the temple attached to this operation.
"The War Scythe..."
"You've seen it?" Dis walked over beside Kallen. "It seems my grandson still has many experiences he hasn't had time to tell me about."
"Grandpa, we can only blame them for moving too quickly."
"They were afraid Rasma couldn't block that door, so they were in a hurry. Now, that door has been completely sealed