After the gale howled past.
The place where a whole line of people had been standing now held nothing but a deep trench.
Other than that, nothing remained.
Not even a single shard of armor.
Nor were there any lingering screams.
It was as though none of it had ever existed.
Who knew how many onlookers unconsciously revealed expressions of terror.
To those with limited experience, the destructive power he had displayed already brought all manner of mythological tales to mind.
In their hearts, they all immediately raised Orsaga's danger level to the maximum...
Even the stall owner who had been ecstatically clutching the gold was trembling so badly his calves shook.
The moment he recalled what had happened earlier.
And thought of how Orsaga killed people at the slightest disagreement...
He immediately felt the thrill of death brushing right past his face...
His scalp went numb!
He could not hold himself together at all!
Orsaga, who had casually killed a few small fry in an instant, stood where he was, his expression unchanged as ever.
There was no change to speak of.
The tail behind him circled around him like a serpent for a moment.
Then its tip directly released a stream of scarlet light.
Like a scarlet blade capable of slicing through all things, it swept sideways toward somewhere beside the street!
Before that power.
Rows upon rows of houses began rapidly collapsing on their own, like plastic foam cut through by a hot knife!
Along with it.
Came waves of screams.
Inside those houses, more than a dozen figures dressed in black robes had been preparing to discuss Orsaga's actions. They did not even have time to react before the stream of light cut them in half at the waist.
Only one figure reacted quickly enough to