Suddenly, a few silhouettes appeared at the scene.
They stood silently atop the roof of a house nearby, overlooking the broken road below.
All the 7 figures wore pure white robes that fluttered lightly due to the violent winds, and their faces were hidden under their hoods.
Among them stood one man, standing in front of the others, who was clearly different.
He was taller, broader.
Even the aura coiling around him was denser than the others—like an invisible pressure. He was the strongest among them and he was their leader.
All of their eyes were locked onto the white, blinding dome below them, a few meters away from the house.
"What… is he?" one of them asked quietly, her voice tinged with bewilderment.
"A monstrous talent," another replied, his eyes widening beneath the hood as they observed the spectacle before them.
He couldn't believe what he was witnessing.
None of them could.
