After finally escaping the chase of the Angels, Flora seized a rare opportunity and avoided the watchful eyes, luckily leaving the Abyss.
She succeeded.
Flora finally arrived at the Mortal Realm she had longed for.
She reached the Mortal Realm, which she had fantasized about countless times using descriptions from books in the Abyss.
There was no nauseating atmosphere of the Abyss, no lurking enemies threatening life at every moment, no endless battles.
However, the real Mortal Realm was slightly different from what she imagined.
Her initial place of descent was a land filled with blood and fire.
Where her eyes could see, all was the tragic scene of war raging.
Thick smoke rolled like black Giant Dragons, spiraling into the sky, obscuring the azure sky.
Charred land lay scattered with blood-stained weapons, the Broken Blades in dead hands flickered with eerie glints under the setting sun.
