The instant this wave of Spirit appeared,
the world fell silent.
All sound vanished without a trace.
It wasn't just sound.
Falling leaves froze in midair. Insects beating their wings seemed to turn into specimens trapped in amber.
Even the last few rays of the setting sun were strangely fractured in this area.
It was as if someone had pressed pause on the world; even the wind solidified in midair.
The next second!
High in the firmament,
the dark canopy of the sky suddenly twisted, and a rift was torn through the clouds.
Two colossal beams of light shot down from above the ruptured clouds. The light was a sinister, Crimson glow.
It stained everything on the ground a vivid red, as if drenched in fresh blood.
Then, an enormous, pale serpent's head slowly emerged from behind the clouds.
Its scales were as cold as ice, each one glinting with a deathly, frigid light.
