"Where did she go?!"
The middle one of the three World Cataclysms spun around, eyes darting, a subtle edge of unease creeping into his voice.
"There—over there! Spread your soul sense and you'll detect her!"
Another pointed toward a specific point in the ruins. But just as he did, his face darkened, his voice faltered. "But..."
"But what?!"
Without waiting, the Middle World Cataclysm unleashed his soul sense and launched a devastating attack at the location.
BAAAAM!
A massive shockwave split the stone and air alike—but then, confusion crept onto his face.
His eyebrows arched in disbelief. "This... doesn't make sense."
A mocking voice echoed from the rubble.
"Hmph! Keep destroying your own city, you blind fools!"
Latania emerged from the shattered remnants of another building, her boots scraping ash and blood as she moved in a wide, circular run.
But what truly shocked the three world cataclysms wasn't her sudden reappearance...
