Cracks had appeared in the walls along the Southern Border, the High Tower was swaying on the verge of collapse, and the winding streets were in complete disarray. The once-vibrant buildings and plaza had turned into ruins amid the trembling, while stone pillars continued collapsing and sinking layer by layer into the sand.
Salomon, his body covered in knife wounds and his black robes dyed red with blood, had finally reached the city gate. Though weak, his eyes still burned with the blazing flames of victory.
But all of that was completely overturned the moment he saw Loren clearly.
The moonlight vanished into the shadows.
The shouts echoing through the crowd were like restless spirits that could never break free from their entanglement.
"Lies... They're lies..."
Salomon clutched his head, nearly tearing into his own scalp.
Throughout the entire city-state, all he could hear were the cries for Loren.
Those voices were like thunder that never stopped roaring, echoing beside Salomon's ears and nearly stirring his wrinkled brain into chaos.
It was as if the Destruction High Priests, who had been completely brainwashed into bizarre creatures beneath the blood moon, were still following behind him.
Had they already escaped? He did not know.
There was no answer in this darkness.
Salomon had fled the bizarre South Wantina Territory in fear all the way to the city gate. When he prepared to see the figure of the Cardinal Bishop who had fought Somerset, he instead saw someone he had never expected.
Surrounded by the Divine Era Radiance of the Primordial Slab - Wind and possessing magic power that shook heaven and earth, it was unquestionably Loren!
At that moment, Salomon felt only an endless fate and a message that could never be conveyed.
Salomon did not dare think back to the