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As the Lost Monarch fell.

A vast phantom of a giant labyrinth emerged across the sky.

It was like a mirage, not existing within conventional dimensions.

Inside the labyrinth were countless illusory worlds, absurd and abstract, dazzling and bizarre.

There were also many powerful figures wandering in confusion through those illusory worlds.

One black shadow in royal robes even radiated a level-ten aura. With the monarch dead, the labyrinth could no longer sustain itself. It tore open the labyrinth barrier and arrived in the real world.

It was the Lord of Fallen Shadows, who had been trapped inside.

"What's going on? The Lost Monarch fell?"

Zarathus laughed.

"That's right. We won a great victory. The Lost Monarch has been executed, body and soul destroyed, with no chance of resurrection... welcome back, my old friend."

The Lord of Fallen Shadows listened, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He was an elder who had lived through the great shattering of the Shadow World.

He knew all too well how terrifying the Lost Monarch was.

When the Four Emperors marched, not a blade of grass survived, and myriad worlds sank.

That was no exaggeration.

And now, this towering mountain had actually been toppled.

The feeling was beyond words.

Only then did he let out a breath of relief and say,

"Thank you, everyone."

At this point, the Shadow World had once again restored its lineup of eleven monarchs.

With a wave of Eamon's hand, a long crimson-flame serpent cut across the sky.

Rumble! Deep space trembled. The labyrinth collapsed, and countless figures snapped out of their confusion, scrambling to flee the maze.

Among them were three Great Wizards. Judging by their clothing, they were all ancient figures like Gargamel. They looked around in panic, unable to make sense of the situation.

"This... what