Fang Hong silently held the ring, finally restoring the light in the room to normal. He said nothing, yet his mind was recalling everything that had happened not long ago...
...
Shortly after the light vanished, he moved towards that direction and stepped into the endless ice mist.
Behind the ice mist lay the ruins of the Holy Sanctuary, a place he was not unfamiliar with—decimated under Dika's magnification, the subsequent battle indeed unfolded above these ruins.
At a time when he couldn't stop to observe the interior of the Holy Sanctuary closely, now he discovered for the first time its structure was quite intricate. A grand hall, towering columns, and beneath the rubble-covered floor lay remnants of exquisite patterns.
Even with only a silhouette remaining, one could imagine its former majestic beauty, yet unsure who had witnessed this Holy Sanctuary—was it Dika? Fang Hong felt it unlikely, as the holy icon on the outside square was not Dika's.
Wait, what's that?
