The disturbance in the Fairy Ancient City seemed to press a sudden pause button on the chaos.
When Dago's tall, slender figure hung high in the sky like the morning star, shrouded in mysterious, majestic violet light, many belatedly realized that this struggle, worthy of a place in history, had finally ended.
Dago Heka had completed his final Blood Battle. Amid absolute despair and impossibility, he had used his mortal body to move the lever of the rules, creating a miracle and accomplishing an unprecedented feat in the Southern Wizarding World!
Yet the shock of that moment was soon drowned out by still fiercer slaughter and chaos. On this cursed land, wonder was cheap. Survival alone was the eternal truth.
Beneath the "morning star."
There was nothing but blood and corpses, greed and fear weaving together into a symphony of death.
Doru, the purple-haired middle-aged man who had been waiting quietly to one side, abruptly moved the instant the struggle officially ended and the protective rune barrier around the central platform dispersed. Until then, he had been as still and lifeless as a sculpture.
Without warning or a single unnecessary word, an immense Mental Force Field erupted, seizing the surrounding space like an invisible hand.
He drove his domain's power to its limit, and the surrounding elemental particles shrieked as they became excessively active.
He raised one arm, his movement stiff yet powerful, as though he were hauling on some ponderous chain of rules.
Hiss, hiss, hiss-
Countless enormous, translucent bone spikes instantly appeared in the void before him. Nauseating gray-white death energy coiled around each one-the purest curse and deprivation of vitality.
The bone spikes rained toward the platform, leaving pitch-black trails of vacuum as they tore through the air.
On the platform, Michael had been staring blankly at