On the battleground, everyone's eyes were drawn to him, yet he remained kneeling on the ground, his thoughts muddled. When he looked up, he could see the cold gaze of the Lindong Witch.
Just now... what on earth happened?
Why is he merely kneeling here, doing nothing?
Turzan was destined never to understand this; his right half was frozen, even his soul wasn't spared. At the last sight, he seemingly saw Lindong raise her right hand high, followed by a sweep across his face.
The last ray of light also went out.
The allied forces on the battleground stopped their movements, witnessing the moment when the light extinguished, and Turzan's soul and body turned into shattered ice debris scattered all over the ground.
They also saw Pope Julius's eyes become hollow, losing the support, his body kneeling on the ground.
The outcome of this war was already destined.
