At that moment, the Divine Kingdom was splitting, the entire world seemed to be divided into two distinct halves—one side with the piercing wind howling, and the other with the snow gradually ceasing. The illusions above the sky vanished, the Holy Sanctuary and the mountains disappeared, as did the Sky Sea and the islands.
Soon, only a black and white world remained in front of everyone, one eternally dark and deep, the other brilliantly illuminated.
The sword of the Princess lay not far away.
"Dika," Fang Hong spoke softly at this time, "Now we are on the same starting line."
And after losing control over the world, Affia finally could no longer maintain her form.
The girl's figure twisted, gradually turning into a mass of distorted shadow, from which three twisted heads and countless trembling tentacles emerged, resembling the form she had transformed into.
