Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Amidst the deafening roar, the countless stars bore witness as the Divine Stele named Storm slowly collapsed in the true tempest.
"Teacher..."
Mina looked at Isaiah, who single-handedly orchestrated all of this, knowing clearly that her teacher could never turn back, feeling a bit bitter for a moment.
"Look, how beautiful it is." Isaiah gazed forward, his eyes seeming to appreciate some kind of artwork, "The monument forged by the gods collapses under the might of the stars; this should be the norm, this should be... the way this world was meant to be."
Saying this, he slowly turned around and looked at Mina and the group of Star Relic Mages behind him.
These were his disciples.
