Bab 691: The Girls’ Reflections - I

"Ansel!"

As Ansel parted the tent's curtain, Seraphina's cry echoed from afar. 

Her lengthening white hair billowed as she sprinted, reminiscent of a white wolf's mane undulating during the hunt, exuding an alluring yet perilous wildness.

Within moments, Seraphina stood beside Ansel, her countenance fraught with urgency. She gestured towards the blood-tinged firmament, exclaiming, "What's all this? Could it be... something related to that empress… uh, dead empress?"

Uncharacteristically, Ansel refrained from immediately addressing Seraphina's inquiry, his gaze fixed upon the distant horizon.

The sky had been forcibly rent asunder. 

A scene identical to the previous portal unfolded—celestial flames of crimson cascaded from the world's fissure. This cataclysm, which even extraordinary beings sought to evade, descended upon the earth, its inferno consuming all in its path.