"Oh, oops, your loot is gone."
Rose, having finished the rune engraving, poked his head out to glance at the devastation in the ritual hall, then chuckled.
"What a shame—the Meteor Fire Rain was too strong, only charcoal left. No way to loot the corpses."
Hilia's body trembled.
"Wh-what? Loot corpses?!"
What terrifying words—is this what an Evil God is?
The destructive impact brought by the Meteor Fire Rain was intense, but in exchange, the dead were either burning or reduced to charcoal—no bloody violence at all. Hilia, never having killed anyone, only felt a complicated mood, but didn't have that gut-churning, blood-splattered disgust.
Rose picked up the Sea Siren's Eye and hid it in the storage module of his magic puppet.
He glanced up at the domed ceiling of the ritual hall and said, "Alright, stop gawking. The ceiling might be sturdy, but who knows if it'll suddenly come crashing down. Let's go... Oh, wait, no need to go."
