"Such a large-scale storm ritual, even for someone as old as me, it's the first time I've seen it. It seems The Hidden Worship of Daguan is serious this time, at least one 'Saint Heir' is presiding over the ritual in the Sea of Darkness... Difficult indeed!"
In the night sky of Charldo Harbor, torrential rain and fierce winds batter, with lightning like snakes sweeping through the city's backdrop, Triss stood firm in the heavens, clutching her Lightning Wand.
Her enormous bat wings allowed her to stabilize her body even in the storm, and the Psy Energy Field flowing around her prevented even the wildest raindrops from touching her, while her sharp blood-red eyes gazed toward the Port District.
She attempted to capture the core location of the storm ritual through the turbulent flow of Spiritual Energy. In fact, before Old Qin sent someone to inform her, Triss already knew what she had to do.
