The crimson light, like the glow of a sunset, spread out from the torn firmament, resembling a semi-transparent crimson curtain, instantly covering the star-filled sky.
Then the crimson curtain of light fell from the sky, like flickering monochrome auroras, spreading across the firmament.
At that moment, everyone felt a special emotion, as if a silent horn was resonating by their ears, urging them to take up arms and rush to the battlefield.
But soon, this emotion dissipated a great deal, as though much of it had been drained by an invisible force, leaving only a slight agitation.
As the red light surfaced, countless resplendent starlight also descended from the sky, converging in the southwest of the city.
These lights, like dense weaving threads, quickly entwined, outlining a magnificent and grand surging figure.
