Queen Sisi used the music hall as a cover to construct a massive underground palace, hiding the rift.
Roland launched a fierce attack without hesitation.
Neither side cared about the music hall's historical status in the art world.
The light spear fiercely smashed into the music hall, and the terrifying collapse began.
The sturdy walls built of bluestone and granite barely withstood this dreadful attack, but other building materials couldn't hold up at all.
Bricks flew, the foundations collapsed, and with a loud crash, the music hall finally fell.
The underground palace emerged.
A deep dark vortex quietly spun at the center of the underground palace, incongruent with the surrounding aura, like silver patterns carved on a maiden's smooth skin, hideously ugly.
"Roland, lend me your strength!"
Christine, still floating in the air, kicked away a deadly spear and some arrows, her voice tinged with urgency.
She needed power.
