...
Late at night.
"Father, there are shooting stars in the sky!"
Hearing the child's voice, Hudson and Melissa stepped out of the camping tent. After a glance at the sky, their expressions immediately changed.
What streaked across the night sky wasn't shooting stars but the falling Kingdom of God!
If this colossal structure were to fall entirely on the Continent of Aslante, it would undoubtedly be an apocalyptic disaster.
Struggling was meaningless; even Sanctuary powerhouses had no resistance against this level of catastrophe.
"Maxim, Belsden, have you seen this scene in your inherited memories?"
Hudson asked in horror.
Feeling the crisis of life and death, he realized how insignificant his once-proud strength was in the face of natural disaster.
"No!
The world is so vast, maybe we won't be so unlucky to get hit directly!"
Belsden replied uncertainly.
