The gravel beach of the landing zone is forever the most chaotic corner of the Serenitea Pot. The wind rushes past, carrying sand and the salty stench of sweat. Refugees hunch their backs like migrating ants, moving with difficulty among the low tents. The air is thick with the scent of despair and dust.
Suddenly, space undergoes a violent distortion! Lumine's figure suddenly materializes amidst the ripples of a light screen. The Realm Dispatch in her hand is trembling frantically, and a cyan-jade flow of light, like a struggling horned dragon, fiercely tears at the fabric of space!
"Riiiiip—!"
Chapter 21