As the light descended, the ritual had already crumbled, leaving only scorched traces and web-like cracks on the earth.
The once lush green lawn had turned into gray ash, which dispersed completely with a gentle breeze.
The six monarchs and the thirteen rulers of the Ash Thrones were utterly exhausted, yet they couldn't help but lift their heads eagerly.
In mid-air, a massive sphere of light swiftly contracted, gathering into a human figure.
As that person stepped out of the light, an incredibly powerful aura radiated outwards.
In that instant, the black fog weighing down upon the land completely receded, revealing a clear sky. People, accustomed to oppression, suddenly found release, feeling as if they were embracing the boundless heavens.
The Holy Fire blazed grandly, and infinite golden light inundated the entire Royal City.
