Somewhere in Jun City.
A radiant body floated mid-air in the Sky, a massive Hexagram Array suspended above it, blotting out all light.
On the ground below, vine-like purple Spells crawled over every building, surging skyward to connect with the Hexagram Array. It was as if a cage of Spells had been built from thin air, creating a truly fantastical scene.
Within this cage, the world seemed to have fallen into disarray. Space itself felt like it had been shattered into countless pieces, filled with a bizarre aura.
When the Hexagram Array formed, many of Jun City's ordinary citizens were caught inside, completely unaware.
The streets were littered with the gory corpses of civilians, their faces frozen in complex expressions of terror, disbelief, and indignation.
Judging by the state of the bodies, many had died from falls, stampedes, and vehicle collisions.
On the second floor of a certain building, two figures, one large and one small, huddled in a corner, not daring to move.
