Chapter 383- Ozymandias (3)
Yela stayed silent, her eyes closed as her beautiful white dress was painted with the colour of her blood. The scene had its own unique artistic charm to it.
DING… abruptly, the sound of a celestial bell rang out across the entire expanse of this vast world and resonated with the heartbeats of millions of people of the empire.
The sound of the bell was heavy and profound but what was more incredulous than that was the fact that the entire night sky at this moment seemed to be painted a colour of gold. That was not all, the huge avatar of the angel behind Yela as if spurred by an unknown power, continued to grow big until it dwarfed even the enormous hand coming out of the tear.
A heavy pressure so palpable and frightening that Simon had even difficulty breathing descended onto the land. This kind of pressure made even the powerful Ancient Titan Treant seem like an ant.