The theater that once occupied the entire northern continent vanished silently like a bubble. The various anomalies that once filled the sky also disintegrated with the collapse of the theater. No longer the city of gods, it is merely a useless backdrop, withering and splitting in trembling, turning into threads that gradually disappear. Those threads extend in all directions, like countless dying mad snakes, blooming into gray flowers in the sky above Huang Guang State.
