The battle was over. After a simple and effortless fight, the two Demon Lords, Sa'anlado and Sa'ansis, had both fallen beneath the Morningstar Mage's Tide of Trailing Light. Their bones turned to vapor, their flesh to bloody water, their souls returned to nothingness, and chaos vanished without a trace. The towering monsters had disappeared amid the rampaging torrent of energy, leaving only countless deep ravines of varying sizes and lofty mountains collapsed and broken like ruined walls around the vast empty rift.
However... for Punk, standing amid the silent battlefield, there was still far more to deal with. His dark golden eyes burned brightly as he gripped the Pale Scepter, standing beside the enormous corpse of an Abyssal Lord, one as massive as a city wall, and gazing toward the crimson, scorching sky in the distant northwest. Although he had just emerged victorious from the siege of two Morningstar-level monsters, Whisper of Destruction's expression remained steeped in profound, deathly silence.
In fact, roughly three seconds ago, that seemingly cloudless sky had still been flashing continuously with one dazzling white "little sun" after another. The wildly spilling Morningstar Divine Spell fluctuations could be clearly sensed even from Punk's position. Yet by the time the caster had dealt with the Demon Lords at hand and intended to go take a look, the murderous bursts of attack at the border of the Horaka Defense Line had already vanished...
"This is far too strange. The scale of that battle absolutely wasn't something needed to deal with demons. If a Morningstar Professional's Morningstar killer move could defeat an enemy, then releasing it two or three times in succession would have been enough at most. If even such a strongest trump card couldn't bring victory to the fighter... then wouldn't turning around and fleeing as quickly