Atop the towering spires of the Royal City, the Regent King looked grimly toward the edge of the Land of Eternal Night, the chaotic black wall forged by mist and thunder.
"The storm is coming..."
In a low sigh, the Regent King had already sensed the astonishing Ethereal Amount emanating from beyond the chaotic black wall, as if a divine miracle was manifesting in reality, drawing the ether of the heavens and disturbing the mortal world.
The Song of Wind Fall was slowly colliding with the Angry Sea, two terrifying sources of ether clashing and intertwining, any means of obstruction would be torn to shreds under the great power that warps reality.
The Regent King understood that the winds had already risen, and he was too late to stop Fuen; all he could do was wait here with calm until the Song of Wind Fall broke through the chaotic barrier of the Angry Sea and then began another bloody battle.
