Lancelot's decision to withdraw was undoubtedly a wise one.
Setting Gareth aside for the moment, Tristan had absolutely become an unstable factor. On the current battlefield, he was a massive ticking time bomb that needed to be retrieved as soon as possible.
Of course, the greatest reason was—
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—
A tremendous droning roar came from overhead, making the entire space tremble along with it.
Everyone instinctively looked up, but what they saw was something like a meteor—only far larger and brighter than any meteor. Carrying immense magical energy and trailing a long tail behind it, it plunged toward the west.
Its point of impact was naturally somewhere they knew very well.
West Village.
Like a pillar of light reaching into the heavens, that meteor crashed down upon the location of West Village.
West Village was so small, so fragile.
In a single instant, it was swallowed by that enormous pillar of light.
Whoosh—
Those standing in East Village felt a powerful blast sweep over them. Mash quickly stepped in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, shielding him from the fierce shockwave and keeping him from being blown away.
Then came the violent roar.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE——!!!!!!
It was like endless thunder, yet several times louder, and it did not cease.
The tremors came from beneath their feet. Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively lowered his stance to keep himself steady.
Cold sweat ran down everyone's faces. They stopped what they were doing and stared blankly in the direction of West Village.
Though it was far away, the condition of West Village was already clear.
There was a huge crater there.
A massive pit, identical to the enormous circular craters scattered across the wasteland, had appeared where West Village had once stood.
Moreover, after being struck by