The anomaly during the descent of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy was visible even from outside the city.
Sunlight was obscured by the ocean, and giant whales floated in the sky.
The earth trembled, the city petrified, and the roar that could scatter sandstorms kept resounding.
"...Such strong oppression."
Hassan murmured softly.
Just trying to lift his head to look in the direction of Holy Spring City, he felt as if something grasped his heart.
The intense panic boiled in his blood, and he felt that his determination, hardened by years of brewing hatred, blood, and pain, was so fragile under such terrifying pressure.
"If I get a bit closer, I might end up crying and crawling to escape."
Hassan silently gazed at the dim sky, like a raven staring at the moon.
His voice was like a sleep-talk: "So, human determination is such a fragile thing... without enough strength, one cannot even stand before It."
"That's how it should be."
Hayna's voice came from beside him.
