Not long after, the Underground City.
The underground palace, which was originally somewhat intact, had now completely collapsed. Walls crumbled, ceilings caved in, and massive cracks split open across the ground.
Beside two fallen stone pillars, Alfred curled up at the edge of the collapsed altar, panting heavily.
Murphy lay next to him, his body shattered into pieces from head to toe, leaving only a relatively intact head lying lonesomely to the side. His frozen expression still faintly showed remnants of anger, astonishment, and terror.
"Tch!"
Alfred spat bloody saliva to the side and cursed, "You old bastard!"
Black fissures emerged one after another across his body, the skin around the cracks gradually peeling away, resembling wall paint falling off. His body was clearly on the verge of collapse.
