The grotesque hues stained the sky, and ashen whirlwinds gently descended, curling and echoing with hushed whispers.
It was as if Old Belfast had returned to its fallen state—even worse than before.
Lu Li stood under the Annie Tree, gazing at the defensive line erected at the camp's edge, the Banyan Tree Guardians standing at ten-meter intervals like a true Immortal Wall.
They surrounded the camp, with the direction of Old Belfast being the key to their defense.
The Mother of the Marsh transformed into Lu Li's eyes, narrating the arrival of the first peculiarities attracted by the Divine Fire.
The distant response of the Banyan Tree Guardians was to wave a few branches, emitting an air-tearing sound that was obliterated in the prayers.
The first batch of peculiarities was the most mindless and weak, complementing each other—they were weak due to lack of intelligence, and lacking intelligence due to weakness.
"Will Evil Spirits be drawn in?"
