Earth Tremor, Plate Shift! In less than a second, Diteben, who had fallen into a berserk state, launched more than 3,900 full-force attacks at Keishanoa, who lay on the ground unable to fight. Every one of Thunderstorm's fists struck Plague Box precisely on the head, a density and intensity of attack enough to shatter even a Morningstar-tier defensive shield. The fate of a target being freely assaulted without any defense was obvious!
Thus, after the Legendary Warlock helplessly exhausted the last trace of her soul energy, let out several mournful howls, and turned to ashes in the raging wind, the pitiful young mage did not even leave behind an intact corpse.
Amid the unforgettable scent of wheat from her memories and the inescapable stench of blood in reality, poor Keishanoa was ultimately shattered in both body and soul by her own "companion." Her existence naturally vanished forever from this despairing world.
At this point, Plague Box was dead.
Thunderstorm, who had directly—or indirectly—caused the death of her savior, was dead as well.
These two ordinary Legendary-tier executors had both fallen on the Wheat Fragrance Farm Plane, far from Faerûn, beneath the coldly indifferent gaze of Whisper of Destruction, a Bright Moon spellcaster who had watched them die without lifting a finger.
After the final glimmer of light ignited by Diteben's dissipating soul faded away completely, the silent, frigid night once again blanketed this devastated, fragmented wasteland without surprise.
Night... had fallen!
"It seems those obstructive pieces of trash no longer exist. Now we can finally have a proper battle without holding back, can't we, Lady God of Slaughter, now that you have gained 'new power'? To be honest, this is the first Bright Moon-tier battle I've ever experienced in my life."
Expressionlessly watching the bloody remains of his subordinates, who