A blood-red sun burns the cracked earth.
In the boundless desert sands, the figure of Lady Hecate strolls leisurely. The ground she traverses leaves behind black footprints, ink-like blackness seeping deep into the earth, akin to a drop of ink falling into a clear water pool, gradually dyeing everything around it until wisps of inky traces rise from the ground, transforming into a billowing black mist that renders the entire sky into a profound dark hue.
The radiance of the blood-red sun is obscured, and in the all-encompassing darkness, a golden lightning streaks across the sky, as if it were Divine Punishnt Thunder.
Rumble!
Raindrops patter down but leave mottled black ink marks on the world. Countless inky droplets scatter across the land like a splashed ink landscape painting, making everything around seem increasingly unreal, as if reality itself has turned into a World in the Painting.
A golden pillar of light descends from the sky.
In the dispersing mist, a Giant hundreds of ters tall slowly erges. His pupils seem forged from thunder, arcs of electricity emanating from his eyes, his bronzed skin, muscular and coiled. Etched on his arms are the ancient Order symbols extending to his pale golden bracers.
He spreads his hand to catch the descending ink-colored raindrops, exclaiming: "The Map of Mountains and Rivers of the Zhen Dan people."
"Truly one of the Divine Artifacts from the Ancient God Era!"
The figure of Lady Hecate, diminutive as a speck of dust beneath him, prompts the mountainous Titan elder to cautiously step back, slightly bow, and politely open a path for her to proceed.
Lady Hecate appears as a beautiful maiden at this mont, her gaze serene as she says: "Extraordinary Divine Power that changes reality."
"The World in the Painting transforms into reality, and reality can also transform into the World in the Painting."
"It’s said that the strongest artifact of the Eastern ancestors is the [Divine Dragon Seal]. If it had been brought over during the Dark Era, perhaps our struggles back then wouldn’t have been so arduous."
The Titan elder reaches toward the sky to grab, capturing a golden lightning bolt in his palm. The form shifts from virtual to real, manifesting out of thin air; the golden lightning transforms into a weighty kiloter-long Thunder Spear, with countless Order ancient script surfacing on the spear’s shaft. Grasping the Thunder Spear with one hand, he waves it, tearing the ground with a near ten thousand ter gash through the air-raised hurricane, and laughs heartily: "Fits my hand well."
"Forget about the Divine Dragon Seal; it’s the lifeblood of the Zhen Dan people."
"Borrowing so other Divine Artifacts from them might be doable."
Lady Hecate remains noncommittal.
She takes a step forward, starting to shift from virtual to real, with the face of a Divine Spirit, three-headed and six-ard, erging. Each step she takes increases her height by tens of ters, and in the blink of an eye, she transforms into a Giantess hundreds of ters tall, with an aged woman’s face speaking in a low voice: "Are the others not here yet?"
The Titan elder looks up at the sky, his voice like muffled thunder, slowly saying: "They should be arriving soon."
The neighing of warhorses echoes in the sky. Above the clouds, an armored figure, clad in black helt and black armor, astride an equally pitch-black warhorse, erges. He wields a blood-red War Blade, with mottled bloodstains almost penetrating the blade, forming inscriptions of unyielding battle. He laughs maniacally as he roars past from the sky. The black warhorse, soaring through the air, stirs a ten thousand-ter hurricane, and a blood blade asuring tens of ters descends from the sky, skewering the earth below, as he excitedly laughs wildly: "Finally, this day has co."
"I thought all you old bones on the Path of Death had perished inside that mausoleum."
His voice, like thunder, makes the heavens and earth tremble as his laughter resounds, and thundering lightning strikes upon him, yet he is unfazed, even eager to call out again for exhilaration.
Lady Hecate furrows her brows, with the face of a middle-aged beauty coolly saying: "Isold-Thunderous Fury, you are nearly turning into a Divine Abomination, yet still so bellicose."
The laughing figure in the sky leaps from ten thousand ters high, as blood-red lightning strikes down upon him with every landing. He nonchalantly waves his hand and says: "Just so Divine Punishnt Thunder."
"Nothing to be concerned about."
"Hasn’t the Great Druid arrived yet?"
Lady Hecate says lightly: "The instability of the Dream Plane has caused the Great Druid to intervene cross-plane once. Other things can only rely on ourselves."
Hearing this, the black-armored warrior furrows his brow seriously, saying in a deep voice: "Are you the only one from the Path of Death?"
"What about those old bones?"
Lady Hecate raises her hand indifferently, an endless stream of Knowledge flowing out instantly, countless Secret Rune chains forming a silver chain encircling thousands of ters. Amidst layers of reflections, a Maze Library erges, with forr Banshee maids appearing one by one, though no longer in maid attire but clad in silver-gray heavy armor, their virtual wings unfolded like fog ford from gathering Ghosts. They brandish pale Bone Blades, with Angel’s Wings like billowing mist unfurling and flying, transforming into countless ghostly wails the mont they ascend into the air.
Figures of Death Angels appear in the sky.
Earthly Divine Kingdom!
As Lady Hecate gazes at the blood-red sun in the sky, she casually says: "The old bones are naturally still inside the tomb, perhaps busy with so unspeakable matters."
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