It's been days since the Great Houses had all their Life Medallions shattered.
The wasteland was silent, a violent wind blowing from the west and kicking up storms of dust.
In front of the swirling teleportation vortex, tons of people stood in their hundreds, all looking at it with grim expressions.
Some of them were flying on massive beasts, their roars resounding intermittently, enough to blast the ears of mortals into deafness.
Others waited inside massive airships that floated above the skies, casting large shadows on the ground below.
And most of them were on the ground, some sitting and meditating, a few standing, with most of their faces twisted into unsightly expressions.
The sound of a life medallion shattering broke the still silence, all eyes turning to a group of gorgeous women floating in the air, the area around them swirling with frost.
