Under the Hero's grave gaze, the pitch-black cocoon occupying half of the horizon slowly dissipated like smoke.
The intertwined black conceptual threads, first slowly dispersed into smoke, ultimately faded away completely, vanishing without a trace, as if they had never existed at all.
But with the unraveling of the cocoon, an aura as vast as the abyss and as towering as a mountain swept across everything between heaven and earth.
The dragons in the sky ceased their wing beats and descended, bowing their heads.
The dragon beasts halted their gallop, turned, and prostrated themselves.
The world that had just been shaking with earth and mountain tremors suddenly fell silent, even the atmosphere held its breath.
The Hero standing alone atop the city unconsciously gripped the chopping axe tighter. In her emerald eyes, the distant figure walking slowly from the edge of the world was clearly reflected.
