The distorted black hole not only tore apart the body of the Beast of the Herd, but also dragged out the endless ash that had accumulated over several decades in the Abandoned Land, several meters thick.
Once the black hole disappeared into the Material Realm carrying all evil with it, the chaotic ashes lost their gravitational pull and turned into boundless, endless gray snow.
Hours later, the ash snowfall slowly ceased, and Bologue was covered with a thick layer of ash. He used his grievance bite as a cane, piercing it into the soft ash layer, advancing as if walking in a gray snowy land, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The Beast of the Herd vanished, along with it the broken Golden Palace, and everything King Solomon left behind, all dissipated at this moment.
Bologue coughed heavily twice, climbed over the ash hill, and gazed into the distance at the jagged piles of ruins.
