Chapter 220: The Beacon and the Shadow
The sky above Sky Island was no longer a canvas of stars; it was a ceiling of bruised, bleeding crimson..
The three SS-Rank anomalies—the Abyssal Juggernaut, the Siren of the Void, and the Void Walker—hung in the air like harbingers of the apocalypse, their sheer presence warping the gravity around them.
I crouched in the shattered window frame of the Sector 4 warehouse, the stolen Horn of Behemoth pulsing with a cold, rhythmic beat in my hand.
The dust from the closed rift coated my uniform, but my mind was clear, cold, and running at maximum overclock.
[Quantum Analysis Mind: Active]
[Threat Assessment: Catastrophic.]
[Survival Probability (Direct Engagement): 0.00%]
"Three SS-Ranks," I whispered, the wind howling through the broken glass.
"In the game, the 'Skyfall Raid' was a Level 90 event. It required a full guild alliance of A-Rank hunters and three S-Rank NPCs just to hold the line. We have students and a handful of teachers."
