This is a dangerous omen.
The thought suddenly appeared in Anvis's mind. Although it was his first time entering this special state of perspective, it did not hinder his instinctive ability to read certain information.
Just as he had thought, the originally stagnant battlefield area suddenly began to distort.
The twisted void started to stretch, billow, and deform... and finally, it suddenly collapsed inward. Blinding radiance, like that of a supernova explosion, burst forth from the core in an instant.
A result emerged from the battle; aside from a few Ninth Ranks who had started fighting inexplicably, the attention of everyone else was entirely drawn to it.
No, it was not quite right to say inexplicably.
Anvis glanced at that box, and some faint, ethereal lines of fate had already connected to those few Ninth Ranks.
It held special value, and although it was not yet time to show it, that time would come soon.
