The streets of London.
This place had almost been completely destroyed. The once beautiful streets, filled with a cheerful atmosphere, were now nothing but burning ruins, billowing thick smoke. Screams and cries never ceased, and the occasional charred corpse could be glimpsed amid the rubble.
—What a despairing sight.
The boy from the Uruk tavern stood on the street. Looking at this scene and listening to these sounds, his body trembled uncontrollably.
He could foresee what would happen next.
"No, no..."
He shook his head unconsciously, his expression filled with near-hopeless collapse. Veins bulged on his hands as he clutched his head.
Boom—
The ground began to shake, as if some enormous creature were approaching.
"No..."
Aaaaaaaaaah----------!!!
An eerie roar, like the desperate cry of a little boy, echoed throughout London, now resembling a city of ruins. Everyone still alive covered their ears, yet their eardrums were still ruptured by the piercing shriek, blood flowing from their ears.
For a time, even more cries of pain rose up.
Ruslan knelt on the ground and raised his head.
He did not want to see all of this again, but upon hearing that sound, he still raised his head against his will and looked in that direction.
Toward—the monster.
The monster roared, destroyed, and advanced.
Ruslan's face was already covered in tears.
Because next—
The magicians appeared.
Many magicians, countless magicians, appeared.
They raised the wands in their hands and unleashed their magic, bombarding the monster without restraint.
The monster that had destroyed London wailed and tried to resist.
But it could not do so at all.
"No—don't—stop, aaaaah------"
Ruslan's body shook like a sieve as he cried out.
He wanted to close his eyes, but—
The monster died, letting out a wail that sounded like crying.
"Ah, no, don't—"
Ruslan screamed