The fall of the Black Monarch sparked cheers from the rebellious forces outside, who had been driven back by the black flames.
They were cheering, excited at the demise of the source of their misery, the Black Monarch.
Watching Kreya relax a bit, Kane didn't say anything but rather infused a bit of magic power into the ruby lapel pin on his collar.
The ruby lapel pin on Kreya's collar similarly shimmered and trembled slightly.
Kane's words reached her ears.
"The Black Monarch isn't dead; he can still resurrect. Stay natural."
Upon hearing Kane's words, Kreya maintained her previous expression as if unaffected by Kane's message.
The fall of the Black Monarch didn't extinguish the black flames; occasionally, bones, invaded by the black fire, would rise anew.
This scene made the rebels realize that something was wrong; it seemed the Black Monarch hadn't perished.
At Kreya's feet, the Black Monarch's corpse was reduced to a cloak.
