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... er phone.

She then showed it to Enzo.

It was showing the footage of the moment the Sky Pillar suddenly appeared outside Riverton.

When it reached its maximum size, the entire sky behind the pillar could no longer be seen because of how huge it was. It covered end to end in addition to top to bottom.

Even Riverton became dark as the sunlight was blocked by the pillar.

Enzo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking that the pillar was rather absurd for i ...

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