Such ancient beings, even the Time Administration Bureau must dispatch several top-level personnel to capture them together.
The fifth day's lava apocalypse was actually resolved.
"..."
Deathly silence, still deathly silence.
The staff could see these people one after another, charging forward, clearly like moths to a flame, yet they continued forward, refusing to fall behind.
Such belief is terrifying.
"Splash——"
The clash between ice and flame finally transformed into water droplets, falling drop by drop.
Like heaven-sent rain, nourishing the pitted earth.
Chief Valenky silently stood up, then lifted his clothes and knelt down again.
Behind him, the blacksmiths of the Valenkine Family who came to assist also slowly bowed their heads and bent over.
They were mourning.
A heavy horn sounded, praying for Farouk Valianky, the greatest blacksmith in human history.
The ashes left by the lava still danced in the sky, and the scent of burning lingered between the nostrils.
