Chapter 119 - Another Eye - XIV

Right after Aventine used to flee with his companions, the space they were standing in was filled with rock and debris. Gron's shop was completely crushed and ground to dust.

The Cyclops Cel's enchantments returned to nonexistence, just as its creator did.

Nothing and no one survived. The Living City of Hispe was no more.

For a few hours, there was silence as the world recoiled in shock.

A Dragon had just died. A being so great, they were dubbed gods who'd denied immortality, had perished, not by old age, but by humiliation via combat.

The chaos was just beginning.

—Crack.

—Crack! Crack. Crack!

Suddenly, tiny cracks appeared all around the Dragon's grave. It started from deep underground, as bony limbs tore through solid stone.

A swarm of Undead clawed through the shattered debris, crushing anything in their way and calling more beings to their side.

Those who'd died and were still somewhat intact now became soldiers for the Prince of the Underworld.