When Esther began to sing, the crow in her arms quickly retracted the phrase she had praised her for "using her brains".

But it didn't interrupt Esther, but watched everything she was doing - that's why it stayed here, to see what was really going on with Zoya or "Esther".

Amon did not believe that "Esther" was Zoya, just as he was adamantly opposed to Adam's "plan" to resurrect his father in himself, and he always showed his unchanging stubbornness in what he believed.

Amon wasn't inflexible, but it was only in His favor, and He would only give in in order to get more, after all, with His power, there weren't many things that would really worry Him.

And now this Amon's clone in the form of a crow is not sure what the worry in his heart comes from, is it the avoidance of returning to the essence? He was originally Amun, and even if he died in such a thunderstorm, he would not let his body suffer any losses.

Or is it because he has been polluted by the cognition of Zoya around him, so he has extra emotions that shouldn't appear?

The raven tilted its head, and even as it adjusted its mind, it was mindful to remember Esther's song, which was a language it had never heard at all.

It seemed that guiding her to the Forsaken Land was the right choice, and the next step was to take her to her father's sanctuary in exchange for the keys to the "City of Dreams......

Esther didn't know that the crow she was protecting in her arms had already "arranged" her next itinerary clearly, she casually hummed "Worm Fly", and when the thunder roared, her soft voice was quickly drowned out, and it was completely impossible to transmit out.

But on the other side of the spectrum, where she couldn't observe, the lights echoed each other and began to try to connect as one.

Esther's action of triggering a thunderbolt attack was paused as she began to sing instead, but she continued to change direction frequently, dodging the lightning and darkness that were trying to attack her.

However, an unexpected change occurred to her, and the fierce thunder around her suddenly sank downward, as if aiming at other targets on the other side.

The pressure from their surroundings suddenly lessened, and the razer that was churning to catch Esther's figure disappeared, but it didn't take long for them to regroup.

Although the darkness still managed to stay closed, the weak points that Esther had been focusing on had become fragile enough.

She won't let go of this opportunity, and she can't delay it any longer. If all the lights that echo Esther really succeed in connecting together to form another "time loop" that has been severed from the long river of fate, the town below may fall into even greater danger.

Esther didn't know if there were any living people there, but the points of light never appeared out of thin air.

"Don't be afraid."

During a brief pause in the song, the crow heard the words, and a soft light drifted out of Esther's body, enveloping her as well.

Restraining the urge of survival instinct, although the crow hesitated for a moment, he still gave up the idea of subconsciously dodging, and let the light cover him.

"Alas......"

Esther, who was concentrating on controlling the points of light around her, didn't have the heart to ask about the complicated sigh.

Shrouded in a cocoon of light, seizing the moment when the thunderstorm waned, she landed directly in the direction that the crow had warned.

The gentle singing spreads out steadily, attracting the bits and pieces that have been left behind, guiding them back together.

Until the thunder fell into the void one step later, and the darkness quietly cracked a gap.

The bullet-like cone of light rushed forward silently, and in the blink of an eye, it had already passed through the breach, but at the moment of almost breaking away, it was bound by the surrounding darkness, and the thunder finally caught up, slashing fiercely at the external force that caused the movement.

However, Esther was no longer in the light cocoon, she had long since broken away and continued to fall in the direction of the light curtain's call, the light cocoon shattering in mid-air beyond the black clouds and lightning, and she saw the city below.

There was no clear whisper of prayer in "Dream City", but Esther still heard some distant sobs and frightened murmurs.

The light curtain will soon take shape.

Fragments of light condensed on Esther's body again, and in the midst of the song, a flock of phantom larks spread their wings from the light cluster around Esther, and flew downwards one after another.

The black crow spread its wings with the larks, and then flew down on Esther's shoulder, but its eyes looked at Esther's side face with some surprise, not knowing what it was thinking.

Esther was also relieved to see that the change of light below was stopped, and she smiled and held the edge of the light curtain that the lark had brought back into her palm, and then let them transform into a purer silver stream.

The closer she got to this essence, the more she could feel that peace.

It's like a tired person who has stayed up all night for a long time, staring at the bed and warm quilt in front of him.

For the first time, Esther felt so grounded in control of her roots, but for her, it could only be temporary.

Esther looked up, the darkness and thunder in the sky still sinking, as if unwilling to let her pass.

She lifted the two silvery rays of light in her hand, merging them into one.

Because of her actions, a whole soft curtain of light lifted from the ground and continued to converge on Esther's body, the process was unbelievably fast, and the light that covered the entire city was gathered on that person in just a breath.

The crow lowered his head and looked down at the city below, the round tower, and the man in the "warrior" path.

That's not what it cares about, though.

"It's a nice view." The crow whispered, not looking at Esther, who was trying to hold up the light with her hands outstretched.

Then it disappeared from Esther's shoulder.

Esther felt a lightness on her shoulders, but she didn't have the energy to care where the Amon clone went, the light condensed in her hand was not stable, and it could collapse at any moment.

A round of silver-white light stained with a pale yellow halo lit up above the Silver City.

It is certainly not the sun, and the descriptions of the sun are dazzling, brilliant, and invisible.

The ball of light flew up into the sky, plunging straight into the dark clouds and the winding thunder and lightning.

At this moment, the thunder disappeared, and one after another streams of silver light spread out from the place where the light had submerged, they were entangled in darkness and merged with it in the flow.

The sky above the Silver City was completely illuminated by silver.

Colin Iliad did not bask in the shock of "dawn", his attention was always on the man who suddenly appeared.

To be able to trigger such a vision, the other party must be a high-order extraordinary, and he is now the closest person to this lady, if she, no, he is here to destroy Silver City, Colin does not feel that he can withstand it for long.

Although the other party did not show any hostility, Colin did not dare to let down his guard.

The silver light in the sky dissipated, the low black clouds continued to rise, away from the threatened city below, and the occasional thunder became duller than usual—all of which seemed to indicate that the inexplicable crisis of the past was over.

The lady in mid-air lowered her head and looked at Colin, who had been staring at her, and then her body floated in this direction, and then stopped in the air a few meters away from the tower.

Her smile was as gentle as her voice, and in Colin's familiar language, she greeted him, "Hello." ”

"Who are you?"

Colin looked at the lady and slowly moved the golden spear in his hand to lower his weapon.

His pupils constricted, and he realized that he had just lost control of his body.

I forgot the timing and sent it all of a sudden...... The brain is not very clear, and there is no help.

When I wrote this chapter, I always felt weird, and when I looked back, what an inferior version of Nuwa Mending the Sky (not)