Ausia rose to her feet and quietly looked ahead.
All that remained was the wreckage-strewn ground. Donald had already vanished without a trace.
This special space had been constructed by Donald. In order to trap Ausia here, he had even completely linked himself to the space.
Body, flesh, soul.
It was no exaggeration to say that the space had become a part of him.
But it was useless. Faced with the earlier baptism of cannon fire, even with the entire space sharing the damage, it had utterly exceeded the limits of what he could endure.
Once the power of an attack reached a certain level, it was no longer something that mere defense could withstand.
A howling wind gradually rose within the space. The distant scenery was slowly veiled in a hazy White Mist, indistinct and shadowy, like a dream.
This was a sign that the space had become unstable and was about to collapse.
Ausia seemed not to notice any of it. She simply stood there quietly, as though seeing the departed off at a funeral.
To be honest, she felt that Dancer was somewhat different from the other Annihilation Cultists.
It seemed that what he did, and what he sought, was not simply for the sake of... so-called destroying the world.
Ausia fell into thought, recalling the Annihilation Cultists she had encountered in the past.
Over such a long span of years, although she had dealt with quite a few Annihilation Cultists, she had never truly gained much detailed understanding of this group.
Preconceived impressions were a terrifying thing.
It seemed that from the very beginning, Annihilation Cultists had been branded as mad destroyers, everything they did existing solely for destruction, nothing more.
Was that really the case?
After a long while, Ausia let out a soft breath,