Flames burned. The entire Forbidden Gate was ablaze, and in an instant, the Ancient Ruins became a sea of fire.
The Void could still hold the upper hand for a little while, but that time was clearly running out.
The plaza where Gron and the Little Knight stood had an openwork design, so the fire had not spread there yet.
But amid the raging flames, the beasts that had thought they had fled far enough once again whimpered and cried out in anguish.
The corpses wandering through the ruins finally fell, finding rest.
The Snail Shaman's design was astonishingly effective. These flames did not merely burn matter. Filled with every concept of destruction a mortal bug could imagine, the Black Flame was burning away all spiritual essence.
In other words, anything that existed could burn.
The densely packed "fuel" burned up in an instant, but the flames did not disappear. They spread across everything that could burn.
Though the Sea of the Unlight existed in liquid form, it merely resembled a sea. In truth, it was an aggregation of Void.
In other words, it was combustible too.
The burning continued.
Through the cracks in the gate, the flames burned straight into the Void within.
Fragments of the Sea of the Unlight began to boil, yet the flames simply would not go out.
In an instant, a sound resounded throughout the ancient ruins, as though the cries and screams accumulated by countless bugs suffering in hell for hundreds of thousands of years had erupted all at once.
Listening to that indescribable sound, the Void Jester's expression turned hideous. He clenched his teeth, almost exploding with rage.
The war he had orchestrated should have become a grand finale offered to the Void, the end of all life upon this land.
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