บท 572: Towering (9)

The Puppet Master froze and looked into the skies. But, by the time it wanted to move, it was already too late. 

Its thoughts were maybe just as confusing as the situation itself. 

"... A city?" 

Before the stunned gazes of those watching on, the ground around Leonel and the Puppet Master glowed for just a moment. 

A strong seal of space locked down the region, rendering the Puppet Master completely immobile. It could only stand in place, its eyes fixed onto the skies. 

A city appeared, but it didn't fall. It hovered in the skies as though it too was locked in space. 

The spatial fluctuations of the two cities, one above and one below, pushed and pulled against one another as though they were magnets, sealing an entire expanse of tens of kilometers. 

Leonel coughed, his body moving with incomparable slowness. However, the fact he could move at all made Anared and the Puppet Master's eyes widen.