[The Ruined Anaconda Path.]
The dust from the World Boss's annihilation had barely settled when Hayatobi finished piecing together the chaotic sequence of events. The sheer scale of the destruction was difficult to process, even for an entity of his caliber. After hearing the narrative from Yakima, he finally nodded his head, his brilliant silver eyes analyzing the residual energy signatures staining the gorge:
'So Mirabella saved you guys, and also copied another skill of the devil cult. Not only that, she could use it to its full strength... That must be the first explosion I heard, the second was caused by Delphine.' The implications were staggering. The Devil Cult's dark arts were notoriously complex and corrupted; copying them flawlessly required an unfathomable mastery over one's own soul core. Hayatobi moved his gaze on the people still standing all battered and exhausted, their armor cracked and their stamina bars dangerously low.
