Amidst the undulating sea of clouds, all things were collapsing.
The so-called Imaginary Zone, not being part of true history, was like rootless duckweed, a mere phantom, an illusion.
Therefore, when its very foundation was erased, this illusory world naturally had no choice but to perish and dissipate under the scouring of the Power of Historical Correction.
Shiayar sat at the highest point of the Sacred City, atop the iron Throne.
Beneath him, Camelot, the White Chalk City, this sacred city, was vanishing within a surge of Magic Power.
First, the peripheral walls, followed by the buildings within the Sacred City that had been turned to ruins by a Nuclear Explosion, and then the Royal Palace, spared from the blast only due to Isadella's presence.
The disintegration continued, racing upwards through the palace.
From the foundation stones at the bottom to the highest floors.
