"Your Highness Noah!"
"Are you all right?"
After the divine pressure and domain that made the young Bronze Dragons tremble and the Giants fearful gradually dissipated, the scene beneath the great underground had dramatically changed. The bloodstained, ruined city that resembled a slaughterhouse had disappeared.
What met the eye were crisscrossed ravines, newly formed mounds of earth, and sinkholes. It was unknown how many times this land had been plowed by the aftermath of Noah's battle with the incarnation of the Mother of All Serpents.
The remaining power above the ground was such that without a sufficiently powerful Legendary intervention to cleanse it, the land could remain poisoned for hundreds of years or longer.
"I'm fine!"
The third pair of Dragon Horns, under the blessing of Word Spirit·King's Crown, was returning to its original form. The overwhelming power like an abyss, granted by Word Spirit·Golden Throne, was gradually receding.
