At this moment, in their "sight" or "perception," it seemed as if a gigantic, translucent "scroll" phantom appeared, covering part of the sky!
On the scroll, thick smoke, a gloomy sky, distant shadows, the scars on the earth, ruined walls...
Every detail is astonishingly similar to the reality they are in, as if it were a reflection of the real world or a script already written.
And at the core of the scroll, the most captivating is still that human figure, upright and steadfast, stepping out from behind the ruins with its back to all the spectators.
This figure is merely a silent silhouette or backside in the scroll, yet when it appeared in this desperate reality, it seemed to carry a kind of indescribable, frozen "power."
The tumultuous spiritual energy surged seemed to pause, the screech of the Bug Race, the roar of the Beastman, the murmurs of the Demon, seemed all momentarily muted or lowered by this suddenly appeared "scroll" phantom.
