Chapter 373 – The Dead Had Made Their Choice
The Fractured Land of the Damned shook on all sides. The voice echoing throughout it paused, seemingly caught off guard by Isolde's profile.
"True Soulblade?" the voice whispered, low and frail, yet it reached every corner of the Damned. "Soulblade of whom? Who could… oh."
Understanding dawned, and a cackle boomed out. It was short-lived, though, as soon after, the whole village began to break apart.
The undead collapsed to the ground, their bony bodies dissolving into a black-colored essence. And not just them. Everything around went through the same fate.
The entire Fractured Land was transforming into pure black essence: black as the darkest night, yet bright enough to illuminate the land, as though something unseen was devouring it all. Even the Budding Tree of the Underworld wasn't spared.
