Edagon had been prepped for a fierce battle. The whole of Aigas had been, in fact.
While Benzard had been warped to the Empyrean Bosom, Sause remained, making sure everything was in order. He also refused to be taken to safety, after all, he was waiting for something – judgement or perhaps closure.
Edagon was a continent that could never truly be destroyed unless Aigas as a whole was annihilated. It was a sacred land that harboured the secret as to why Aigas was a Rich world.
After the chaotic battle between Replicus and Caxellac, it had healed, even though the damage it had taken was truly disastrous. And now, it had been reinforced in order to be able to handle more punishment than that previous better could ever dish out, as was Opungale, Feinheath, and the oceans.
"I better not get caught in the crossfire, ahaha," Sause said and he slowly drew back from Fulgardt and Skullius.
The Immoral snorted. "Just so you know, after I'm done with this brat, I'm going to kill you."
