「Atop the Council Hall.」
Old Count Ernst stared out the window in astonishment. "It's her…"
In the dark clouds not far away, dozens, even hundreds, of lightning bolts descended to coil around a young woman with white hair and black eyes, as if she were the very master of lightning.
Meanwhile, the ground beneath her feet violently quaked as lava spewed from the fissures, annihilating everything in sight. Even from inside the Council Hall, he could feel the powerful tremors.
'If I remember correctly, that's the girl Ales brought back all those years ago…'
'Why has she become like this?'
'Could it be…'
BANG!
Just then, Lan'er ran in, panting, his face flushed. "B-Bishop Andrews... he-he's refusing to send anyone to stop the Abyssal Sect's sacrificial ritual."
Old Ernst didn't turn around. He continued to watch the scene outside the window in silence, his expression growing darker by the second.
