As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in blood-red grass.
A gentle breeze swept past, making the grass sway with the wind, giving it an oddly bewitching air.
Hobart wiped the red moss from his clothes. Once the moss was brushed away, the fabric returned to its original color.
This made Hobart sigh. "This is the power of an Angel!"
At the site where the two Angels had just fought, the enormous blood pool was still bubbling away, while black, viscous liquid filled with "Degeneration" and "filth" surrounded it.
In a low-lying area nearby, there was also a small blood lake.
All of a sudden, black, gray, and red grass began growing in these places. Not only did it grow extremely quickly, but it also became densely packed in an instant.
The process was about as fast as splashing a layer of water across the land. Once that "water" hit the ground, it was as though fountains immediately burst forth from the earth!
That was how ferocious its growth was!
Very soon, the grass spread across the entire land at a visible rate. The blood pool and crimson lake were rapidly drained dry by the grass, exposing the hard rocks beneath.
Yet even atop the rocks, the grass continued growing effortlessly, thick and lush. The blood pool was soon replaced by "Red Grass."
The grass still rippled in the wind like liquid, but its nature had already changed.
The original plants growing across this land were also swiftly drained of all moisture by the knee-high colored grass, withering at a visible rate.
In the end, only one kind of grass remained on this land. The only difference was their colors.
A few minutes later, as the grass rapidly withered, the entire land became desolate. No plants