The massive fortress perched atop the cliff remained standing, but at this moment, an enormous black veil had unfurled over the city, shrouding everything beneath it.
From above, looking down, faint tendrils of shadowy gray gas drifted and spread across the smooth surface of the black shroud, writhing like countless menacing tentacles.
In the darkness of the cave at the bottom of the Thousand Thorn Abyss, a refined and graceful female voice suddenly spoke, observing the events above:
"Is this what you refer to as the embryonic form of the millennium calamity?"
The silent cave echoed with the sound of her voice.
After a long pause, another cold, detached female voice quietly responded from the cave's entrance:
"The Jiatiange has never indulged in alarmist rhetoric regarding calamities."
Lady Wen did not respond immediately. After a few moments of silence, she let out a serene smile and said:
