Daylight floated in the air.
A heatwave swept across thousands of miles, vaporizing countless living beings in an instant. The overwhelming and fierce heatwave covered the desolate land with a layer of shimmering, glazed brilliance.
A ball of fire, like a meteor in the sky, fled into the distance, emitting a mournful scream and trailing a plume of smoke across the sky.
Yet the Holy Fire shone brightly, clinging to him like a maggot. It enveloped his body, igniting his bloodline, Soul, rules, and other forces, causing him to burn like a candle.
"Is it over?"
Inside the White Tower, Innos and his people gazed at the main battlefield from afar, where the glaze sparkled dazzlingly, like a host of elemental Elves dancing gracefully.
Innos wore a complex expression.
Nobody had expected that such an insignificant ant would gain the power of the Sun Gods and even repel the Nus Wolf King.
