She immediately wanted to see Yeloin and make things clear.
Yalien opened her eyes again, and the green robe enveloping her body turned gray, with the divine throne behind her transforming into a towering green warhorse.
As Yalien mounted the warhorse, the robe emitted gray mist, rendering the warhorse grayish-white, instinctively reminding people of the color of a corpse.
A swirling portal appeared, slowly fading Yalien and the warhorse.
The pale raindrops couldn't capture her silhouette, and though Idinis and Aztemo attempted a surprise attack, they couldn't stop the swirling vortex's movement. The laws of space became unbalanced and meaningless at that moment.
Wayne did not attempt to attack; his thoughts turned into a strand, capturing the world behind Yalien.
A void, nothing at all.
"Now is not the time for my descent; your challenge can only be postponed..."
