Before his astonishnt could fernt dramatically, the entire wasteland scene changed.
The blood-red tint that lingered in the sky gradually faded away at this mont, revealing a sky full of stars frozen in place.
Under the illumination of the starlight, the entire battlefield seed to finally shed its grim atmosphere, and tranquility gradually settled into everyone's heart.
A streak of light suddenly crossed the horizon.
Having witnessed the "Wilderness Starfall" twice and feeling a bit PTSD, Fanen imdiately looked towards the horizon, only to witness a scene that made him involuntarily exclaim, "Whoa!"
The power that sealed the stars failed at this mont, and the stars in the sky began to move once more.
The first teor streaked across the horizon, leaving a trail rged with the night sky. Hundreds of teors then pierced through the heavens consecutively, stars falling like rain—a magnificent scene from the divine era suddenly appeared before Fanen.
This was a hundred tis more spectacular than the teor Shower that once prompted the Dungeons to initiate a joint event!
Oh, it seems it was once said that Latan sealed the stars, so after his passing, the stars could circulate again.
Does that an he maintained the seal on the stars during the battle?
Just as Fanen was brainstorming while admiring the beautiful scene, another cluster of teors struck the unknown ground, and the next mont, the intense impact brought a tremor so severe that it was impossible for Lele to stand, with a blinding light exploding on the horizon.
Sothing appeared!
"Why is this happening again, my eyes are going blind!"
He closed his eyes once more, and when he reopened them, all the scenes before him had vanished, replaced by the warm breath of a nearby bonfire.
It was as if he suddenly woke up from a fantastical and wondrous dream back to reality, leaving behind a sense of lingering lancholy.
"Am I back at the Round Table Hall...."
Originally thinking he would resurrect at the blessing place of Red Lion Fortress after the near-death impact, he unexpectedly found himself back at the Round Table Hall.
The chasing mories in his hands no longer showed any strange changes.
Yet there was a feeling lingering in his mind, as if he could replay the scenes he just saw anyti he wanted.
"I told you this is an artwork ant for commoration."
Fanen glanced at the room where the Two Fingers were. As long as he found the old lady who could unlock the Finger, he could exchange this chasing mory for power, perhaps even obtaining Latan's combat skill of Heavenly Strike.
But he hesitated at this mont, standing in place and pondering for a long ti, even Hundred Wisdom Sir beside him was staring at him.
"Forget it, I don't want to look anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."
Maybe he would change his mind in the future, but at least for now, he wanted to keep the beautiful mory from this Battle Festival.
So he quickly returned to the outside world before he could regret it!
The familiar feeling of teleportation ca once more, and as the fresh air without a hint of blood entered his nostrils, even with his eyes closed, he knew he had returned to the outside world.
But why did it feel so noisy?
At this mont he heard cheers—a sea of unprecedented enthusiasm directly enveloped him.
"He's out, another Warrior is out!"
"I know him, he's a participant too!"
Before he could react, he was lifted by the cheering crowd, and at this mont, Fanen's face was fully expressing "utter confusion."
The area near the Teleportation Gate was full of people, with no space to stand as far as the eye could see. Anyone who erged was ticulously scrutinized by the onlooking crowd.
If the person who appeared was a Warrior from the Battle Festival, they would be lifted by the festival-like atmosphere of the crowd, just like Fanen at this mont.
"What are you all doing!?"
"Doing what? Guess what happens after the festival ends?"
An excited voice ca from those carrying him.
"Of course, a banquet, a celebratory banquet!"
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