Greene folded his wings.
Swoosh.
A wisp of red light drifted over from afar, and the little bat opened its mouth to swallow it down.
Not long ago, she had retrieved the "shackles" she had casually tied onto the rudder years ago.
As one by one the "shackles" snapped.
As the Four Towers sank one after another.
As the Eternal Night was gradually torn apart by violence.
Under the night sky.
A little bat and a red "sunny doll" floated quietly there, unseen and unnoticed, as if isolated from the world, detached and independent.
"Ah,"
Greene, after withdrawing the "shackles," looked in a certain direction, smacking her lips, "Something's about to happen."
"It's major," the Red Beast Trainer felt the vibrations from an infinitely distant place, anxious at heart, "If things go wrong, a 'dominion war' might break out."
"Let it break out then," Greene said indifferently, picking her ears as if she heard something, and grimaced, "The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary."
