Half an hour later, the last glimmer of light faded from the sky dome above.
A chasm abruptly opened up from the earth.
Strange giant insects emerged from beneath the crust, opening their mouths to spew forth a pitch-black array, filling the entire city walls.
An army composed of countless murderous great mobs, transported by Depth Worms, instantly crossed two depths, descending into this storm-tossed Hell.
But in a dead silence, all the knife-sharpening legions froze for a moment.
All sounds were stilled.
Before their eyes, there was no fierce battlefield, no brutal slaughter, only desolate ruins strewn everywhere; frost marks had yet to dissipate, and the Styx's sludge, having melted countless bones, still emitted a stench of poisonous gas.
Even countless corpses...
Everything was already over.
What remained before all reinforcements was a ruin filled with bones, silently emanating the aura of decay and extinction.
Nothing, there was nothing left.
