บท 1007: Benevolent Face, Lingering Fear (2)

As the molten magma submerged into the ground—

Thunderclaps erupted out of nowhere as dense, rolling thunderclouds gathered, filling the sky. Fierce, countless streaks of bluish lightning danced across the firmament. The once bright sky darkened instantly, and the atmosphere grew heavy with oppressive might.

The inhabitants of the Runaway Cities, who had felt relief when the molten magma hallowed dome disappeared, were immediately taken aback by the resounding thunderclaps. A chill crawled up their spines, spreading to every fibre of their being.

Suddenly, a bizarre phenomenon occurred. The firmament dimmed, and all the streaks of bluish lightning converged at a single point in the sky, illuminating it like a pillar. A bright, milky white light stretched into the dark thunderclouds overhead. 

The two brilliant lights merged, growing even more colourful as they descended towards the earth, as though dragging the lightning and the milky white light.