Two quarter-hours later, in the wasteland, fierce flames burned across the wreckage strewn with devastation. No trace of life remained.
A door like a gigantic eye opened, and a stiff figure emerged from within.
He wore a magnificent jeweled crown, and even his splendid iron mask was studded with gems, radiating brilliance. Yet his body seemed like a waterskin, constantly producing strange sounds as he moved forward stiffly and slowly.
He looked around. Within the darkness behind the eyeholes, faint splashing stirred, and two streams of mud-colored liquid flowed from the corners of the iron mask's eyes, hissing as they fell to the ground.
Unfortunately, amid this battlefield of utter ruin, not a single living thing remained. Even the souls and Source Matter had been scavenged clean.
Only ashes, reduced to dust, had been scattered into the sand, impossible to distinguish.
The ruler from the Obscure Eye—the Extinction Master, Qing Mou—said nothing. After an eerie glimmer flashed behind his black eyeholes, his gaze locked onto the center of the battlefield.
Within the burning glassy flames stood a dazzling outline.
Thus, he stepped inside, reached out, and pulled it free.
A broken arrow burned his palm, as though it had gathered all the light in the world and rendered everything else dim.
"Arrow of Light Destruction?"
Amid thick, muffled splashing came a hoarse voice. "Beatific Land, you have gone too far!!!"
In a single day, they had not only taken their Sacred Chest, but also destroyed the passageway track they had painstakingly built from the Abyss to this place!
Even repeated concessions had not been enough. Did Beatific Land intend to turn them completely into its vassals before it would stop?!
Most hateful of all, those bastards had acted like innocent victims who knew nothing. When confronted at their door, their