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Ishtar suddenly looked up to the sky, her expression turning grave.

A tornado descended from beyond the heavens, piercing the earth like a massive drill. The violent storm uprooted everything in its path, even sweeping across the entire city of Babylon, tossing its citizens into the air like dandelion fluff.

From within the storm emerged a young man with dark green hair, handsome in appearance, dressed in a simple white robe, yet his expression was as cold as a chilling wind.