The aura of a dense shadow of evil clouds has gradually begun to permeate the sky for an unknown period of time and has an extreme tendency to occupy the heaven, which seems to be the supreme holy place between heaven and earth. Those guardians of the heaven, they!?...
Blurry! In the field of vision! Yihui, who had lost consciousness for a long time, seemed to be feeling something from the bottom of his heart, "Could it be that before this holy war in heaven seemed to have begun, I just disappeared like a phantom of clouds in the seemingly eternal sky.
Have you fallen into the gap between endless time and space?" A sudden flash of light appeared in the room!...
"Ikki, Ikki!" That all-too-familiar voice is the soft memory left in the mind of Ikki who has faded away from consciousness. Under the distant starry sky, the holy place is soaked in the former training place, filled with strong erupting volcanoes.
The beloved one in the smoke of gunpowder is the holy flower blooming like Esmida. It is blowing with the fresh wind. In the dark atmosphere, it is like a phantom but not like a phantom, but like Esmida.
She was running towards her holy shadow as if right in front of her eyes! "Esmida, Esmida!" The tears in her eyes were unclear, "Even if we can never meet again, I will!..."