At that moment when the gray breath, seemingly capable of erasing existence itself, spread with an unavoidable speed.
In the deepest consciousness of Duke, that ancient and rustic Destiny Bell that had always hung quietly with its hands eternally rotating, suddenly underwent an unprecedented dramatic change.
A massive amount of yellow sand gathered around him, countless grains continuously surging from the Yellow Sand Crystal, though it was uncertain if they could withstand the gray breath.
Duke was unsure, but he could only try his best.
He hadn't anticipated that the long-quiet Destiny Bell would stir at this moment.
"Dong——!!!"
A sound, not resonating in reality, but directly vibrating in Duke's soul essence, like a grand bell tolling from ancient times, resounded explosively.
On the clock face, the slender hand that used to spin aimlessly and slowly, as if nudged by an invisible giant hand, began to rotate frantically as never before.
