The explosion came without warning.
Like a surprise, it slapped everyone square in the face.
Among them, Yeats reacted the fastest. As if electrocuted, the moment the praise of "Holy!" rang out, layers of light had already risen from his body and enveloped him.
He only had time to curse.
Then the curse was swallowed by the thunderous blast.
Terrifying firelight spread outward. Flames infused with countless curses and malice condensed into tangible substance, opening their jaws like shapeless beasts and devouring everything. Metal Steam surged into the sky like ocean waves, bursting with blinding flashes of Brilliant Light.
Where the shockwave passed, the solemn hall was burned to ashes, then swallowed by darkness.
The darkness erupted from the very center of the explosion like an oil well, surging and spreading in every direction until it became sharp gray crystals.
Like flowers of glass, they suddenly bloomed from within the sacred city, forming frozen scars.
Thus, they sounded the signal of destruction.
Under meticulous arrangements, chain-like "sympathetic detonations" rose throughout the city. Successive blasts overlapped into a blurred, eerie melody.
The grand climax of the "1812 Overture" marched through hell beneath an invisible baton, generous and tragic, leaving behind dazzling fireworks and solidified crystals.
Until, in the end, it swallowed the entire city whole.
Terrifying tremors spread throughout the domain of hell. The suddenly surging Source Matter signal was clearly audible even in the Present Realm, like a grand festival fireworks display.
The earth shook.
Flames rose into the sky.
Everything was shrouded in destruction.
Only in the distance, The End Beast's black pupils were illuminated by fire.
It deeply inhaled the scent of ash carried on the storm.
A ferocious smile curled across its lips.
As though sending its greetings to the abyss.
It smiled soundlessly.
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