The battlefield fell silent.
Even the abyssal monsters stopped. Even the sword formations stilled.
Even Commander stared, breath caught in his throat as all of them saw the berserk abyssal leader slowly turn into dust.
But all of them quickly come to their senses and attack the remaining forces of the abyss. This time it was a one-sided slaughter, as the commander also joined and quickly destroyed the abyssal beasts.
The battle quickly came to an end as the abyssal rift slowly closed down, leaving only the eerie aura behind.
The soldiers immediately began clearing the battlefield, retrieving fallen comrades, checking for lingering corruption, and reinforcing defensive formations.
But Apollo didn't join them.
He stood apart, high on a broken stretch of wall, eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
His aura was calm… Yet within his gaze flickered unease.
During the fight, he had sensed it—faint but unmistakable.
