Next, the Dark King did not grow larger. Instead, he shrank back to his original size.
He appeared before the Fallen God in an instant, lightly touched its eye with a finger, and said flatly, "Black Realm!"
An incomparable blackness burst from his fingertip, then vanished.
The Fallen God shuddered. Countless bursts of energy erupted across its body, leaving it riddled with cracks like shattered glass.
The explosions spread across its entire body at tremendous speed, each one triggering the next.
At last, with a shriek that defied description, the Fallen God broke into pieces. Bones flew in every direction.
After dealing with the Fallen God, the Dark King glanced toward Nameless, bored.
But when he saw Nameless scavenging the Fallen God's scattered bones like a junk collector, he lost interest.
He had sensed a trace of his own power in the Dragon Exoshell. But playing with the Fallen God had gradually worn away his enthusiasm. Now, as though he had entered a sage-like state, he had no interest in finding a second diversion.
"That's enough for now. We'll meet again sooner or later."
A thought flashed through the Dark King's mind. He could not even tell whether it was his own. He turned and vanished into the dark rift.
"Huh? Where did he go?"
Even while collecting the Fallen God's scattered bones, Nameless had kept an eye on the Dark King.
He had planned to return to the Land of Ten Virtues the moment the Dark King showed any sign of attacking. Who would have thought the Dark King would run off instead?
But it was good that he had left. Now the Fallen God's remains were all Nameless's.
Unfortunately, the force of the Fallen God's destruction had been terrifying. The immense energy had blasted apart its bones, melting