Chapitre 269: Stop Gariel or wrost II

"What the…" Frey stammered, her voice laced with shock.

"This is… an angel…" Xiaomara breathed, her witch's intuition already piecing things together.

Alex looked at Xiaomara, then back at the sky, his mind racing. The colossal angel wings, the sudden darkness, and now the cryptic notification – it all pointed to a situation far grander than anything he'd ever faced.

A shiver ran down his spine.

Xiaomara's voice cut through the tense silence. "The timeline is a mess," she muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration.

A wave of confusion washed over Li Yunhua and Frey. They exchanged glances, then turned to Alex, their eyes filled with a mixture of accusation and worry. The celestial sword incident, the one meant to cleave the earth in two but ultimately failed – it all traced back to him. Alex, the Reverse Prophet, the God of Grinding – Alexander, as they knew him.