This feeling is quite peculiar, like turning noise into music, transforming chaos into a higher level of order.
Just as he completed his preparations, Uphemia also sensed the approaching storm.
The white-haired witch's expression grew solemn; she clearly recognized the danger of this phenomenon.
"Chaos storm..." her voice seemed particularly faint amidst the roar of the storm:
"A distortion of this magnitude... can only be created by an Apostle-level being..."
The blood demons following her began to show obvious unease.
These abyssal creatures, usually ruthless in normal environments, appeared extraordinarily vulnerable in the face of such chaos release.
Instinctively, they gathered around Uphemia, seeking the shelter of their bloodline master.
"Damn..." Uphemia gritted her teeth and began pulling out various protective items from her storage bag:
"In this situation, I can't protect these blood demons effectively... They'll become a burden..."
