Despite the roar, extremely clear on such a height, the figure held firm. It started to rain, the black mantle got wet. The wind blew her away slightly, revealing the man's face and armor. In a silver plate, a boiling storm of heaven was seething on his chest. Lightning would have flashed in the man's eyes, but they, like his hair, were matte black. Lightning again caught fire, thunder struck, and finally the figure moved: chuckled coldly and raised her hand. Immediately a spear arose in her...