Why is this place under attack as well?

Just like that, Shaovne and I were taken to an open-air courtyard, where we would stay temporarily until the eight-winged angel returned. 

As for Avik—he had already been taken to an unknown place by that female angel. What left the deepest impression on me was the look of utter despair on his face as he left. 

Not that his usual appearance wasn't already gloomy enough. 

"Avik will be fine, right?" 

"He should be. Those angels don't seem to mean him any harm." 

It remains unclear what kind of relationship Avik has with those angels. Kriz once mentioned that Avik might be quite familiar with the faction known as [Yuanting], and the interactions between him and those angels seem to confirm this. 

Especially the eight-winged angel. His surname matches Avik's, and his reactions upon seeing Avik... 

Could they be related by blood? 

It's hard to say for sure, but it seems plausible. 

"As long as—" 

Shaovne stood up and began wandering around, exploring the courtyard's peculiar and fascinating sights. 

I turned my gaze toward the distant cosmic skies, admiring the breathtaking scenery dotted with stars. 

Radiant stars, fleeting comets, brilliant galaxies, scattered laser beams, and unidentified objects slowly approaching—these elements combined to create a scene straight out of a sci-fi movie. 

A once-in-a-lifetime view; I had to soak it all in— 

Wait, something feels off. 

"Whoa!?" 

Shaovne's cry broke the stillness as a massive hole suddenly appeared in the floor near her, with a streak of light piercing through it. 

"?" 

A colossal, heavily sci-fi-styled unidentified battleship was gradually approaching, simultaneously firing an increasing number of lasers and light projectiles at our location. 

"What the hell is going on now!?"