The battlefield that followed grew even more blood-soaked and savage.
Countless prisoners, and even a portion of the awakened fighters themselves, chose to employ the desperate tactic of self-detonation as a means of attack.
The spectacle was horrifying—bodies exploding into torrents of flesh and energy, detonations echoing like thunderclaps across the continent.
At the very beginning, the colossal heart that pulsed at the center of the Flesh Continent had withstood relentless assaults for a time.
Yet even such a monstrosity could not endure forever; eventually, it was torn apart and utterly destroyed.
But despite this victory, the awakened fighters did not relax in the slightest.
They all knew clearly—such gigantic hearts were not unique.
There were ten in total scattered across the continent.
What they had accomplished thus far was nothing more than the temporary annihilation of a single one.
