Four years ago, in Supibia.
Grayish-white mist filled the space between heaven and earth. Amongst the ruins, a one-eyed giant dragon emitted a sobbing cry. The divine machine that once fought alongside him had collapsed, and the pilots inside the cockpit had dissolved into white mist. Orianna Cavon knelt on the ground, her mud-streaked face lined with two tear marks. She was the sole survivor of the royal capital, her survival owed to the faint golden light left by Mo Yuankai.
[Breaking through the Creation Realm is nothing but a delusion in despair, and reality is harsher than any dream. In the end, I've achieved nothing—]
"Shut up, Faceless Evildoer!"
The golden sword light slashed toward the sky, tearing apart the script written by the Faceless God. The real Orianna Cavon, wielding a sword, ran through the ruins, attempting to forcibly control the threads that were falling down, which were entirely blocked by the arc light of the Creation Realm Skill.
