The gentle breeze caressed their faces, carrying with it a warm embrace and a rich floral fragrance that spread with the wind. It diluted the aura of war and smoke surrounding the Angel and the Dragon Clan's son, as if trying to disperse the bloodthirsty aura formed after years of battles.
But when the battle boots stepped down, crushing the dancing light spirits on the Holy Crystal Stone Plate, the flamboyant crimson sea of flowers on either side of the path immediately bowed down. The spiritual creatures dancing amidst the flowers were so frightened they trembled, hiding behind petals and stems, not daring to show their heads.
This scene seemed as though a Demon King intent on destroying the world had intruded into a harmonious abode of a holy spirit. Wherever his footsteps reached, harmony vanished, peace was erased, and all beauty would be crushed.
"Mother!"
