Holy Land Part I
Above the sky, the portal began to tear apart. The gigantic rift was not just one but spread across the upper reaches of the virtual world. The finishing World Collide forced the players of all servers to stand on the same ground.
Twelve Wings’ Solar Angel and about fifty other ships leading in front came to a halt before asking for confirmation from the guild leader on the Metatron.
“Boss Mira! There is more than one rift. Which one are we going in?!”
Eureka, the Twelve Wings, was aboard the Jewel-grade flagship. Metatron floated in mid-air. The silver-haired woman opened the screen and asked the other ship.
“Mr. Tan, there are many entrances. Which one should we choose?” she said through the communication screen, and when the other party heard the question, a response was sent.