A grocery store shrouded in mist, dreamlike and surreal.
Torrential rain fell like a cascading waterfall from the rim of a black umbrella. The man in a tailored suit revealed eyes tinged with a smile, and in an instant, countless streaks of lightning slashed across the heavens, thunder rolling beyond the skies.
No, it didn't seem like mere lightning.
But rather countless horrifying and piercing rifts that crisscrossed, tearing through the void.
Even the oppressive aura belonging to the Saints was collapsing!
At the same time, the black sea surged with monstrous waves, and the colossal, aged face formed purely from seawater began to collapse inch by inch, foam exploding outward.
The world between sea and sky reverberated with a mournful sigh.
"Jing Ci…"
The sigh gradually faded, swallowed by the roar of the tides.
