Red, yellow, and green halos formed a massive ring of light, like sticky taffy being slowly pulled from Void Old Monster's body by the Truth-Balance Magic Staff.
This was the Primordial Light Green valued so highly!
As for the Dream-Origin Stone involving the secrets of Arostrell's historical ruins, it was merely one of the countless experimental specimens Green had acquired by chance. For a wizard who had lived as long as Green, clues that might involve some secret were too numerous to count. If he were to investigate them one by one, even dozens of eras would not be enough, and he would continue obtaining more so-called clues to ruins. Yet most of them were merely lies passed from mouth to mouth.
"Mm..."
Void Old Monster's Primordial Light core had long since been plundered and left riddled with holes by the cardfolk legion. Now, Green's Truth-Balance Magic Staff was forcibly extracting it from his body. The agony was like having one's marrow sucked out by force, a pain outsiders could scarcely comprehend. Even this ancient life-form, who had survived through countless eras, could not help letting out a long, agonized groan in the final moments of his existence.
He had truly never imagined Green would harbor such intentions!
Void Old Monster had gone from despair to hope, then back to despair, only to kindle a fleeting hope before returning once more to despair. His emotions were like a roller coaster ride, twisting and vaulting, turning a hundred and eighty degrees, rising and falling without cease.
"You despicable liar! I knew it—you would never risk so much to save an outsider. Cough, cough, cough... Ah..."
No one knew how many life-forms had died at Green's hands. One more Overlord meant nothing.
Green remained unmoved by this Overlord's final muttered roar. The