The sky remained covered in dense, ink-like black fog, as if a hand had rested over the world, rejecting all light.
While the residual flames of the Magic Explosion Bullet at the epicenter illuminated the entire valley, making it appear as if Purgatory had just begun.
"Screech——!"
The Doomsday Nest let out a wail that tore through the heavens and the earth in pain.
Fiery flames pierced through the surface, burning a path straight to the Abyss; corpses and scorched earth paved the way, with the residual fire not yet extinguished.
The Gate of Hell was completely opened.
The dense fog did not recede, spore mist clung like glue, and the air was filled with the scent of blood, rot, and mysterious whispers.
"No need to say more." Duke Edmund rode forward, the blue-silver cloak on his back flapping vigorously, the long shield in his hand engraved with his family crest.
