In the middle of the Void Empire, the surroundings were utterly destroyed, covered in deep craters, and flickered with endless black flames. Shards of ice clung to the husks of broken buildings, and what once had been streets were now drowned beneath a red sea of blood that flowed endlessly across the ruins.
It's not as if innocent people had died in their fight… well, Void People were not innocent to begin with. Still, Victor's puppets had managed to clear the area before the true destruction began.
Yes, many had died at the start… that was an unfortunate event. They could blame him all they wanted, yet he knew the truth.
He knew just how much his puppets had done behind the scenes to lessen the carnage.
In the depths of three shattered craters, three figures lay sprawled across the broken earth, half-buried in dust and blood, and—
"Huff—Huff—Huff…"
Victor, Mary, and Morgana panted heavily.
They had been fighting for so long… none of them even knew how long.
