The light mist extended all the way to Solar Bird's Fallen Pit.
When they sensed the dense death aura within Solar Bird's Fallen Pit, Gloria and Felicia tacitly stopped expanding it any further.
By now, their foreheads were covered in sweat, and their energy was running dry. If they included Solar Bird's Fallen Pit as well, they would surely be drained dry alive.
At this moment, in everyone's eyes, the entire region of Black Castle had been completely shrouded by the light mist.
It was an exceedingly marvelous experience.
The light mist itself possessed the attributes of purification and light, while Black Castle had long been veiled by gloom, bone-chilling cold, and the chaotic resentment and malice inherent to the undead. At this moment, these two utterly different attributes collided.
The victor in this clash was the light mist. Or rather, before the darkness had even gathered together, the light mist had already suppressed it all.
If the feast failed, perhaps darkness would reignite before long. But at least for this brief span of time, it would be difficult to overturn the splendid scene of light created by the mist.
At this point, Gloria and Felicia exchanged a glance. Both looked exhausted, especially Gloria. Her lips had gone pale, and her legs were trembling. After all, this body was not her true one, and her consumption had been even greater than Felicia's.
Fortunately, Gloria had managed to hold on.
"Lift the cover." Gloria panted as she spoke to Felicia. What came next was no longer for them to decide.
It depended on whether the diner—the land itself—was satisfied with the feast they had served.
Felicia nodded. Her lips moved faintly, and among the Nether Butterflies dancing in the sky, some fluttered their wings and flew to the top of the