Santo City of Arcane had regained its calm. The War of Civilizations against the Rock Clan had come to a temporary end, and the entire city seemed peaceful.
"Whoosh."
Deep within Santo City of Arcane, the great Supreme Arcane Mage Santo suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed through them as he growled, "Light God Lord, how dare you?"
At almost the same moment, furious roars rang out from the other two Cities of Arcane. Strange waves of power spread through the Void Realm, nearly disrupting the workings of its rules.
All three Arcane Mages of the Spellcaster Civilization had been enraged. They rushed toward the Land of Glory as fast as they could, having just sensed that something had happened there.
The Light God Lord had reached the Land of Glory! As the birthplace of the Spellcaster Civilization, it could not be allowed to come to harm. Without needing to confer, the three Supreme Arcane Mages all raced toward it.
Destruction. An endless aura of destruction. Merlin had never felt so powerless. The Rainbow Mage's Heart, the Illusory World, even the Atlan Civilization's Empire-Class Warship—none of the powers he relied on were of any use now.
Under the Light God Lord's attack, they all seemed terribly fragile. Not one could stop him.
Bang!
A mighty force crushed Merlin in an instant. His body shattered without the slightest resistance. The power of a Supreme Existence was beyond anything Merlin could withstand.
At that moment, Merlin's consciousness sank into endless darkness. There was nothing but darkness.
Perhaps this is death...
Merlin's sigh cut off. His body had been pulverized and reduced to ash, and the Rainbow Mage's Heart had vanished completely. Only a few spatial rings remained intact after that terrifying blow—perhaps because the Light God Lord had meant