Accompanied by the clattering sounds, the players struggled to crawl out from the ruins one by one.
One by one, like carefree souls, they looked around in confusion, seemingly not yet understanding what had happened.
Then, when they saw the familiar holy figure not far away, they all froze.
Even the always calm Boxed Meal dropped the dagger from his hand with a clang.
It wasn't clear if their bodies were unstable from just crawling out of the ruins and the teleportation, or if they just weren't mentally prepared...
Until the sound of the ruins being overturned rang out again, breaking the strange silence.
Amidst a cloud of dust, a hand reached out from the black bricks.
Demacia, whose afro was now gray from dust, struggled to crawl out of the ruins.
He checked his body while grumbling:
"Why did the screen suddenly go black? I was just about to watch the Goddess and the Evil God fight! I was ready to take screenshots, but the plot stopped halfway through?"
