The "Demon God's Shadow" hanging high overhead suddenly vanished. That alone was shocking enough.
But if one knew the reason for the Demon God's Shadow's disappearance was that someone had killed the Demon God's true spirit in a single strike, then it became even more unimaginable.
Moreover, its inconceivability lay on a level that even Sanders' strength could not measure. Like a summer insect knowing nothing of winter's cold, like a human heart unable to fathom divinity—it was a matter of two entirely different planes!
Sanders had long suspected that person might be immensely powerful, but powerful to such an extent still felt unreal to him.
Yet the facts lay before him, leaving him no choice but to believe.
If killing Orucia and the Demon God's avatar had merely poked a hole in the sky, then the fall of the Demon God's true spirit was a complete upheaval!
Sanders now somewhat understood why, back in Lasudelan, after Birdcage had broken apart and the demons had forced the humans into an extremely cramped battle zone while holding an absolute advantage, Lord Galar had allowed them to leave.
Because the true spirit had fallen... the heavens had changed.
Sanders recalled that after leaving Lasudelan, the atmosphere of the Abyss had indeed undergone an obvious change. Moreover, according to everyone who had remained on Sky Island, they would occasionally feel as though someone were watching them. At the time, they had thought it was an illusion. Looking back now, those great beings had likely been following the trail on a map, searching for every trace left before the Lord of No Flame's true spirit had fallen!
The shock in Sanders' heart lingered for most of the day.
Had Angel not called his name from beside him, Sanders would likely still have been standing