At the summit of Mount Zion, blood dyed the sky red.
Heaven's holy beings fell one after another amid the endless slaughter, billions upon billions of sacred lights extinguishing like candle flames.
Deep in the firmament, three supreme silhouettes of light looked down coldly, their gazes sharp and severe.
"Elder Brother, it is time to act."
"If we wait any longer, Zion will truly cease to exist!"
"That's right. If we act now, the Lord will not blame us."
Two of the silhouettes surged with killing intent.
The first silhouette's eyes were equally cold.
Even now, they still had not managed to deduce the true enemy. They had only captured a faint clue related to Olympus.
But now, Olympus itself was also tottering amid the flames of war. The Threads of Fate were in chaos, making further deduction impossible.
Seeing that Heaven's holy beings were about to be slaughtered to the last, he finally nodded slowly and took one step across the void.
