The sky roared, mountains trembled.
Two forces capable of collapsing space were clashing in the sky over the Kingdom's border.
The Angel Clan, long since extinct with only degraded descendants remaining, had collectively resurrected and begun to counterattack the Dragons.
"How is this possible… how is it done?"
And what amazed the Hero was far from just this.
She could distinctly recognize, whether it was on the Dragons or Angels, countless threads of destiny hung and wrapped around them.
These threads were incredibly familiar to her, unmistakably an interference from the Divine Domain Array.
Not even the Angels were free from them.
Now that the Imperial City had fallen and the Empire was extinct, although beings like the Four-winged King and Nether Sea Dream still existed, there should have been nothing else capable of halting the theater's descent.
