Deep within the Hundred-Thousand Mountains.
As the Death Qi faded, a thin veil of Spiritual Qi slowly spread across the world. Yet, the desolate surroundings could not be disguised.
The winds raged, sweeping up clouds of sand and gravel; the sky hung low, gray clouds like a thousand-pound burden weighed heavily upon the hearts of all.
On the chaotic horizon, a mysterious Ruins Rift stretched across, black as an abyss, like a bottomless maw, quietly suspended in the void.
The Empress's dragon robe billowed despite the still air, and her slender, flawless legs appeared and disappeared beneath. Her gaze was cold as she stared at the Ruins Rift above, expression solemn.
This Ruins Rift was far too wide—even she couldn't seal it by sheer force alone.
But if she allowed it to remain, Ruins Beasts inside would break through the spatial barrier and descend upon the Hundred-Thousand Mountains, surely bringing terrifying calamity to the land.
This was why her brow remained furrowed.
