The emperors who had just narrowly survived another tribulation instinctively scattered in all directions. The next instant, that pillar of golden light crashed straight into the tribulation clouds.
The pitch-black clouds were instantly illuminated, turning into dark gold. Every trace of purple vanished entirely in that moment, replaced by massive bolts of golden lightning that seemed to embody the wrath of the entire plane.
The train pulled away, its rhythmic clatter against the tracks stirring up scattered leaves and the dreary chill of autumn.
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