"Boom-!"
Auroras surged, and the atmosphere roared.
Two colors of sword light shot into the sky, then became a torrent that granted all things an equal end, spreading across the entire surface of the River of Sighs and reducing everything it touched to nothingness.
At that moment, it was as though a god had hurled a star filled with destruction and murderous intent down from the clouds. It passed through layer after layer of shattered, turbulent air and engulfed the River of Sighs completely.
"Aaaaaah-!"
Breathing scorching air, the newborn ancient monster trembled, letting out shrill screams and wails. Yet beneath the sword light that burned away even the air in an instant, within the storm that perfectly neutralized her Xianjing magic, the monster that combined the powers of the Dungeon and the Apocalypse Virus was effortlessly vaporized.
Every Adventurer present stared wide-eyed at that instant, as though watching a falling star. Their bodies trembled incessantly, yet they could not make a sound.
Seconds later, within the Great Hollow, the Barrier formed by the River of Sighs no longer existed. The Fallen Xianjing had vanished completely without even managing one final wail.
Feeling the weight and warmth of the Sacred Sword Ais had become in his hand, Roland gazed at it in silence.
He was neither purely good nor absolutely evil. Through their time together, and when he had just grasped the Void she had become, she should already have understood that.
Yet all that came through Ais's Void was absolute trust and reassurance. It was precisely that unguarded attitude that had allowed the two streaks of sword light that killed the River of Sighs to merge so harmoniously.
But to Ais, who carried this world's Xianjing bloodline, his actions should have differed from those of a traditional hero. Although