"What happened..."
The Plague Lords in their respective Source Plague Zones had been preparing for the final resistance. They had thought the end had arrived, but everything suddenly dispersed, and the ultimate threat shrouding the lesion vanished completely.
The Plague Lords and members of the various organizations, along with all Sick Ones who had reached the Open Source realm or above, gathered toward the great pit.
By the time they arrived at the scene,
only the crescent moon, its surface engraved with a blood-red cross and its interior built into a hospital, was rising again. Nothing remained within the great pit.
No one, including the Plague Lords, could remember who had caused such enormous destruction to the lesion. They only knew that the other party possessed enough power to bring the Great Annihilation upon the entire Cosmic Domain.
Perhaps all of this was related to the dead William.
However, there was still one important matter to deal with. This battle had severely damaged the entire lesion, leaving it riddled with wounds.
It had been pierced by at least a hundred iridescent rays. Pus continuously flowed from the openings in the pierced earth, and even the world's origin had been damaged.
The entire lesion stood on the brink of collapse.
They had to leave immediately and begin repairing the lesion. The troublesome part was that the Duke had already spent all his money, so they could only have the caravan provide the most basic assistance.
Everyone immediately held a meeting at the scene concerning World Mending, hoping to carry out the repairs as efficiently as possible and get every Sick One involved.
At the same time,
the circus had just returned as well. The state of the world's wounds greatly alarmed Boss. If it had been any other Plague Lord—or even