The sky seemed to be collapsing.

The clouds and wind that were rushing toward the holy city of Torra released an unusual energy.

Upon sensing that something ominous was happening, Juan rode his horse and went out to the field to observe the sky.

Sina followed him as well

“Is it a storm? There have been a few unusual weather changes this year, but this is just…”

“It’s not a storm.”

Static electricity sparked up when Juan lifted his finger and slightly rubbed it. His face began to harden.

“It’s Telgramm. Someone is playing around with Telgramm right now.”

“Telgramm? You mean the weapon that creates thunderbolts? But I heard that it was sealed by the Church…”

At that moment, Sina closed her mouth; she thought of one person who had access to any and all the items kept in the Church.

“The Pope…?”

“I can’t think of anyone else. I can’t imagine Barth Baltic using Telgramm, since he probably doesn’t even know how to use it,” Juan answered.

Clouds from all over the continent frantically rushed toward Torra, before coming to a stop and breaking down. The broken clouds, as well as the wind poured down upon Torra as lightning and raindrops.

Considering that Torra looked like it was getting bathed with lightning from even the horizon, Sina couldn’t even imagine what the internal situation would be like.

Sina’s expression hardened...