In an instant, the underground village of Forlorn City turned into a bloody hell, covered in thousands of corpses.
"Night, take care of this mess!"
"Sighs... Why do I always have to clean up the mess you thoughtlessly make?"
"It's fine if you don't wanna do it," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "But your queen is also here, and she will be staying in such a gross place."
Releasing a glaring groan at me, he rose from his chair and reached the place where the chopped bodies of prisoners lay.
A dark aura emerged from Vyaghra's right hand, turning it into a sharp claw. With a sudden movement, he shoved his hand upward.
Following the movement of his hand, a giant dark hand—covering almost half of the village—emerged from the ground, grabbed the corpses in its fist, and slowly vanished into thin air, engulfing them all.
"Th-that was fucking awesome!!!!" I screamed inwardly, my mouth wide open.
"Yer Majesty, his seal has loosened," Jambavan murmured, his expression serious.
