The entire land was covered with charred bones, turning into a wasteland.
Almost all of the Fourth Realm Gods fell in this battle, let alone those of an even higher power. Looking at the ruins of the sky, cleared of fog, some knelt and wept, others collapsed in speechless anguish, but most were filled with gratitude, kissing the ground and caressing the sky.
"Is this what blue sky looks like?"
Born in the mist, in a world where you couldn't see your fingers when you stretched out your hand, the sight of a "blue sky" was alien and overwhelmingly beautiful to those whose mortal ancestors had never known such a world.
It was like a person with severe myopia suddenly seeing a clear and radiant world drenched in bright sunlight, experiencing the genuine beauty of the scenery at its full visibility.
No one knew when Malor left.
