Amid the sky where Law Fragments had formed a raging, blowing storm, against the backdrop of hollows torn open by ruptured space, gray-black beams flashed three times alongside the fading sunlight. Then... the fall of Atedilon, the God of Hurricane, was announced...
Even Punk had to admit that Atedilon had been quite strong. With that hard armor and specially reinforced skull, he should not have died so miserably. After all, even the highly penetrating Destruction Barrage had needed to be cast three times by the Legendary Mage before it pierced the God of Hurricane's head.
If Atedilon had been able to calmly consider his tactics, steadily maintain the rhythm of battle, and adapt cautiously and nimbly to changing circumstances... perhaps victory against three opponents would still have been impossible, but at the very least, he would not have ended up bloodied and bound in a trap, dying like a lamb awaiting slaughter—tragically, miserably, and without even the power to resist.
But there were no "ifs" in this world.
Now, the God of Hurricane had fallen. With a crack pierced through his skull, he lay limply on the ground. Destruction Power had annihilated the fragile soul of the deity and shattered every memory this powerful being had ever possessed. Within the vast region overflowing with divine power and frost, only that mangled corpse and a crystalline pale-white point of light remained, slowly drifting through shattered space.
Silent and soundless, bleak and heavy...
This battle had ultimately ended with the raiders' victory. Along with the complete reduction of two obscure Minor Planes into scorched earth and the utter annihilation of countless living beings, what came next was not "mourning from the victors" or "respect for the enemy," but thorough looting and harvesting.
After all, in the eyes of three people who placed