The darkness invaded and ended in just a moment.
Igor's flames reduced this deception of darkness to ashes, his power perfectly demonstrated in this instant. To these Soul Devourers, he was an overpowering presence.
He ended the battle in an exceptionally splendid way, never uttering a single word to this group of Soul Devourers from start to finish.
He did not inquire about the past of these Soul Devourers, or why they turned out the way they appeared today.
In his eyes, the existence of these Soul Devourers seemed inherently wrong.
The remnants of the flames made the entire sky appear dazzlingly colorful, amidst which Igor maintained the smile on his face, a smile that seemed to tell everyone present that everything would be alright.
"He, he is the savior!" The old beggar suddenly knelt on the ground, witnessing what seemed like a miracle, to them these Non-Adventurers, indeed only a savior could accomplish such a feat.
