The vast land was already covered in ice and snow.
The blood of Aurora and the mighty warriors of the various races dripped onto the snow, nourishing this once-barren stretch of land.
Perhaps hundreds or thousands of years later, this place would become fertile farmland, sustaining the lives and growth of countless people.
Across the ruined land, the thousand-meter snow fox swung her sharp claws and stirred the light of sun and moon, driving the bronze heroes back again and again.
At last, they felt helplessness, and the despair of facing Aurora's overwhelming strength.
It was a power they could not contend with. Even the combined might of two outstanding kings of the Bronze Age could not stand against it.
"Such despair-inducing strength. Are we really going to keep going?"
A mighty warrior of the Troll Race clutched his severed arm as he retreated to the rear, crying out in anguish.
"Our kings are no match for her. Our sacrifices cover the earth. Can we really defeat her like this?"
A blade-wielding warrior of the Human Race struggled to rise from a crater.
"They say that in ancient times, Evil Gods ruled the world. They were so powerful-just one has inflicted such terrible casualties on us. How did our ancestors survive?"
The speaker was a holy-bow ranger of the Elf Race. Her expression was anxious, her face pale.
"According to legend, ten thousand Gods held the world beneath their might in ancient times. If that were true, we mortals should have gone extinct long ago. Were they really all Evil Gods?"
Some mighty warriors from Lineages with long-standing legacies also began to doubt. They knew quite a few things about ancient times.
"I've exhausted all my strength. I can't win, and I can't escape. I still have a child. If