【Forest outside the town of Taerzhen】

At midnight, the earth fell silent, and the cold moonlight seemed to liquefy into a flowing white mist that filled the woods. Occasionally, the call of an owl was heard, and the treacherous call of "coo~" and "coo~" added a bit of horror to the night.

The stream seems to be flowing, and if you listen closely, you will notice the bubbling water under the ice. The trees have sprouted, the grass is no longer dull yellow, and everything here shows the dawn of spring, except for the ancient tower called the "Floating Tower". Under the moonlight, it stands lonely beside a pile of strange stones, the stone wall of the tower body has been mottled because of age, and a heavy lock is hung on the tower door, which is rusty. After a while, an owl flew out from the top of the tower, and it turned out that the cry was coming from here.

In the distance, two black figures were moving at great speed. They were like two black lightning bolts, flashing towards the position of the floating tower. Suddenly, one of them stopped, listening to something, and the other stopped. "Do you hear that?" he said to the other, who nodded and said, "Looks like they're running out of ideas." They all looked at the sky, frowned and said, "Time is running out".

At this time, the dark waves in the floating tower surged, and a few moans and trembling floated out of it: "Save us~"

【Tale Town Center Plaza】

Two elderly men were standing in the middle of the square, one of them touching the ground with a scepter in his hand, closing his eyes and reciting a series of unintelligible languages. Suddenly, a pattern of a pentagram appeared on the ground, and after a while, the golden light gradually converged into a dense ray of light, which was emitted from the center of the pentagram and shot towards the moon.

However, after a while, the light reflected back and shot precisely at the old man holding the scepter, like an arrow piercing the old man's chest. Fortunately, another old man pulled her away in time, otherwise, the big hole in the ground would have been on her.

The old man with the scepter closed his eyes again and remembered something else, when the clouds and mist scattered in the sky, and dozens of stars faintly flashed in the clear night sky, slowly piecing together the shape of a horse. The old man sighed and said, "This time, I'm afraid I can't stop it." Another old man said, "What should come will always come, and I hope to survive this catastrophe safely!"