"Melara, are you ready?" A woman with long black hair and matching eyes spoke as she looked at the floating Melara.
Currently they were about 10 million km out from the battlefield taking place in front of the Myriad Domain.
The Dreamweavers Sect were not ranked inside the top ten—they were just a few places behind sitting at 15. Though, it wouldn't make a difference if they fought or not, because they would pass regardless.
But who could really miss an opportunity such as this one?
While the other sects sieged, the Dreamweavers plotted and planned.
Their strongest on paper was the woman floating next to Melara, at the Sixth Calamity… But the entire Sect knew that at the fourth Calamity, it wasn't anyone stronger than Melara currently for their sect.
Melara's eyes shot open as she smiled beautifully—her lips curving in a way that seemed too gentle for the chaos unfolding millions of kilometers away.
