Leaving

"It seemed that this battle could only end here."

In the void, gazing at the God of Death standing opposite him, Arthur remained calm and spoke with a faint smile.

Across from him, the God of Death said nothing. He only furrowed his brow slightly and raised the Silver Longsword in his right hand high.

The power of the Material World surged unseen, pouring into the God of Death and making his strength even more turbulent and terrifying, pushing it to yet another peak.

He had tried to fight Arthur head-on, but in the end, his efforts had come to nothing.

Though the Power of Slaughter had brought the God of Death's strength to its peak, and the Material World's support had brought him close to the Eighth Tier, enough to contend with Arthur, it was clear that he was still no match for Arthur in terms of true strength. If Arthur was determined to leave, there was little the God of Death could do to stop him.

The Material World gave a faint, distant chime.

In the void, the God of Death stood drenched in blood, fighting the Wizard King who had come from another realm. Far away, the newly ascended Deities arrived one after another, sharing some of the pressure weighing on the God of Death.

They battled Arthur in the void, their power erupting and surging through that place.

A faint aura of death shimmered, enveloping the entire Material World.

At that moment, people in every corner of the Material World could not help but look up toward the sky.

High in the Material World's firmament, a gigantic black sun slowly emerged, revealing itself to all.

Endless darkness devoured every trace of light. Death was the eternal destination.

The sense of all things withering and all life