There was a dull roaring in the distance. Waves of roaring surrounded them. Suddenly there was a terrifying coldness. Bruzuryano looked pale, and then he looked off in the distance as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. He felt something fierce pressing on him. Anfey, on the other hand, seemed to have the protection of the Heart of Nature and did not feel anything.
Slanbrea had chills in the wagon and rudely pushed Black Eleven away. He nervously looked out. Black Eleven was a little confused why Slanbrea had done that to him, but he dared not have any conflict with this famous Light Priest. He obediently stepped back.
"Whoa! They even…" Bruzuryano’s breathing got heavier.
A greyish shadow rushed into the sky and flew towards Bruzuryano. Bruzuryano felt the the air was getting colder and colder. An invisible pressing feeling got more real. It felt like there was a tsunami coming at them.