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Woosh!

A storm was spontaneously birthed. This storm raged like the rumbling of a thousand category five hurricanes superimposed atop each other, reaching indescribable levels of howling winds. Even the nearby skyships were affected, their bodies tumbling slightly. Luckily, they were all powered by miraculous formations designed for stability.

Asenath lightly smiled. To her, Yan Zaizen was like a little dog puffing out its chest while barking angrily - too cute. She had no fear, worry, anger, or horror in her expression. Yan Zaizen did not have the qualifications for her to feel such things.

As for Yri, her eyes were filled with a vicious rancor and boundless obsessive hatred. Even Freya, who couldn't be any happier of this development, felt her heart fiercely tremble. A heart-stopping chill traveled through her spine.