On a frozen coastline.
An old woman with a hunched figure, dressed in a black robe, holding a cane, was walking slowly on the icy surface.
She intended to step onto the frozen sea when she suddenly sensed something, quickly turning around to look at the sky above.
Staring at the torn sky, an eerie smile gradually appeared on her wrinkled face.
"Heh heh heh..."
A low and hoarse laugh emerged from her mouth.
"As foretold, the World Barrier is broken, revealing a corner of future chaos..."
"If those little ones can endure, the entire world will welcome a rebirth."
"If they cannot endure..."
Saying this, she again revealed a meaningful smile.
Just then, the Old Witch seemed to sense something.
Her murky gaze locked onto the crack in the sky.
In her sight, it seemed as if several obscure auras emerged from the crack.
"Heh heh heh... these fallen entities, their speed is rather quick..."
