Returning to Sofia's side, she formed seals with her hands, and dark shadows surged from her fingertips, cascading like a waterfall toward the three lighthouses.
These dark tendrils swallowed the light around the lighthouses completely, and an invisible pressure caused the surrounding space to begin warping and cracking.
At that time, the silver-white barrier line of the "Frosty Winter Barrier" had shown cracks, teetering like a precariously tall building.
Some guardians, pale-faced, used their last ounce of strength to release Holy Light to resist the encroachment.
Yet in the face of this massive shadowy torrent, they seemed so fragile and helpless.
Hill stood atop the guard post, watching the scene before him shatter gradually, a heavy and unprecedented anxiety rising within him.
"If we can't stabilize the barrier, it's not just a border crisis, but a matter of the entire Divine Kingdom's survival."
