As the various parties were preparing for the final battle, time flew by rapidly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
As the blue sun in the sky disappeared beyond the horizon, the entire mythical world plunged into darkness, with only the silver moon rising slowly at the eastern edge bringing a sliver of light.
In the mythical world, a day cycle lasted forty days, with three Great Suns—gold, red, and blue—sweeping across the sky during the day, and at night, only one moon hung high.
As for the emergence of the Blood Moon, the sight of dual moons in the sky rarely appeared.
But whenever the Blood Moon appeared, it always presaged some kind of ominous event.
Above Plane Number Seventeen, at an altitude of over one hundred thousand meters, a golden crack appeared in the firmament, and right after, Bordea with three pairs of golden light wings descended.