In this world, there are miracles that words cannot describe.
Every time Ben looked up at the long spear bathed in interwoven lightning, such a thought would arise in his mind.
The long spear floated above the center of the hall.
Rolling clouds surrounded it, and white-gold arcs of electricity continuously shot from the cloud layers, striking the gun blade, then bouncing off in an arc before dissipating into the darkness.
Within the clouds, there was no sound of thunder; instead, in the utter silence, everyone seemed to see scenes of the heavens toppling and stars falling to the ground.
Green light flowed across the floor of the hall, outlining the shadows of each raised stone grain. The light seemed to shift like flowing water, as though a quiet river ran beneath.
Faced with this scene, even William couldn't help but change color. Macaro and Ou Fuwei'er had become dumbstruck from the moment they entered the hall.
