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“What exactly is the Cataclysm?” Garen fell silent for a moment.
He had speculated countless times about this question and had even reviewed the history of the Godeas continent. Strangely, despite the multitude of races in Godeas and the extremely complex relationships among ancient powers, which often erupted into massive wars, there always seemed to be a balance in place. According to Garen's judgment, this balance could last for hundreds of years.
After all, the changes of an era must stem from the sudden rise of a group or an individual. For example, during the Second Continental War, the Celestial Race joined the world battlefield. Of course, other factors could also play a role. The Godeas Continent, as one of the oldest realms in time and space, harbored many unknown secrets. Even the Second Continental War might just be a recorded history; who knows how many events transpired in the unrecorded old times?
“Perhaps you should look further afield, not just limit yourself to the Godeas Continent,” Kiran said after a moment of contemplation. “Although the Cataclysm originated in Godeas, that doesn’t mean it exists solely here.”
“Are you suggesting that the Cataclysm is not merely man-made?” Garen paused and then frowned. “Since you already know something, why not say it directly?”
“The Cataclysm is often accompanied by fate, and time cannot reveal everything,” Kiran's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Garen was momentarily taken aback, as if he understood something.
From another perspective, wars typically arise because certain individuals seek to change their fate. History has proven that a large-scale war can indeed alter the destinies of millions.
So what about a Cataclysm?
If a Cataclysm is theoretically avoidable like war, but gradually brewed due to certain existences aiming to change fate... At this thought, even Garen felt a chill run down his spine; it was terrifying upon deeper reflection.
How horrifying would this Cataclysm be if it were capable of destroying the entire order of time and space?
Or rather, how vast would the fate it intervenes with be?
At that moment, some commotion emerged from the vortex; from the sounds, it seemed to be Brandwein and his group, along with Lux’s voice greeting them.
But Garen did not respond in time; his expression grew increasingly grave, as if he felt that the distance to the Cataclysm was somehow closer.
Yes, it was closer.
But what exactly was it? It was near enough to sense, yet always just out of reach, even the aura of danger eluded him.
Strangely, Garen felt a chill run through him.
It was as if the temperature of the entire world had dropped, as if an invisible gaze was coldly watching him.
Boom!
At that moment, the vortex in the sky suddenly dispersed, and Kiran's voice gradually faded away!
Garen snapped out of his chill and saw a dagger embedded in the chest of a deer, blood gushing forth! The deer was forced to halt the operation of the magic circle, swaying unsteadily with a pale face.
Beside him stood a woman shrouded in white gauze.
It was her!
The Lion and Dog simultaneously ceased their incantation of the magic circle and charged toward the White-Clad Woman. The Lion's robust form radiated a dazzling white light, and a phantom of a red-haired Lion could be faintly seen attacking the enemy head-on. The Dog instantly moved behind the enemy, its palm covered in white light resembling a dagger, thrusting straight forward!
Yet she remained calm, her indifferent eyes widening slightly, exuding an overwhelming presence in an instant!
Whoosh! Both the Lion and Dog were simultaneously knocked back, revealing expressions of disbelief.
Second Rank!
"Whoosh!" At that moment, a golden beam suddenly shot forward! With a crisp clang, Garen instantly appeared in front of Bai, his Stormblade clashing violently with her dagger, sparks flying from the friction. The shockwave generated by their clash shattered the ground within a ten-meter radius!
"Help!" A voice came from the forest, revealing Tifet dragging his severely injured body out.
The lion and dog quickly regained their senses and retreated with the deer.
"It's you... I believe I warned you before." Bai looked at Garen with a hint of surprise.
Garen's eyes were filled with vigilance; he could sense that this woman was not using her full strength, yet even so, she was able to suppress him completely.
"You seem quite concerned about this lighthouse?" Bai casually pushed Garen back and then blocked his next attack with her dagger. "Although I'm not interested in this tower, I have a feeling that allowing it to continue operating won't lead to anything good."
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...
In the blink of an eye, Garen launched no fewer than twenty attacks, all of which were effortlessly parried by Bai.
"Are you stalling for time?" Garen raised his sword, but when his Fatal Strike landed on her, it had no effect. It was clear that this woman's physique was astonishing; even without special skills, her sheer strength was enough to overpower Garen.
Is this the level of Second Rank...
"Finally figured it out, have you..." Bai smiled mysteriously and suddenly retracted her dagger. "But unfortunately, you've realized it too late."
Too late?
Garen's heart skipped a beat as he heard the commotion behind him.
"Fire... there's a fire!"
"It's burning! The town is going to be consumed!"
"No! My child is still at home... No! Don't pull me... please... don't pull me!"
...
Out of the corner of his eye, Garen caught sight of the distant Blackstone Town, where suddenly a fierce blaze erupted, thick black smoke billowing into the sky. Flames danced wildly, and even from several miles away, he could feel the searing heat and hear the anguished cries coming from the town!
"No one will survive tonight," a voice whispered ominously.
Garen turned to look, only to find that the White-Clad Woman had vanished without a trace!
A thunderous roar echoed as a menacing bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and a massive vortex began to blur in the distance, all colors fading into darkness.
The flow of light from the Watchtower slowed, and the magical circles flickered intermittently, as if they could cease at any moment!
The balance had been shattered...
Chaos erupted among the three factions!
Garen's heart raced with urgency. The fragile equilibrium was broken; not only would the Watchtower be destroyed, but everyone here would also be caught in the fallout!
At that moment, Yasthia suddenly dashed past Garen, heading straight for the base of the lighthouse. She placed a black stone on it, and immediately, a special energy composed of vibrant colors surged forth, traveling up the Watchtower to the top, where it was then channeled into the raging vortex!
"Boom!" The thunder grew fiercer, but the vortex began to solidify slightly, gradually stabilizing.
Garen wiped the sweat from his forehead, realizing that his entire back was soaked.
He looked up at the Watchtower. He had witnessed the power of the Heart of Agou firsthand. Although using it to balance the three extremes seemed somewhat excessive, it was currently the best and indeed a unique solution.
If a clever balance could not be found among the three extremes, then a stronger force would have to suppress them, forcing equilibrium!
Just as Garen was about to express his gratitude, he noticed Yasthia staring up at the sky, her face filled with terror.
Not just him; the crowd fell silent in an instant.
As they gazed at the scene unfolding in the sky, everyone felt breathless. Some with weaker constitutions even fainted on the spot…
A colossal figure blocked out the moonlight, casting a vast shadow over them.
There, a giant dragon covered in jet-black scales unfurled its wings, its gaping maw radiating blinding flames!
Standing atop the dragon's head was a Red-Clad Woman.
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