No one saw where that mysterious spear flew from. Light and dark clashed and intertwined at its tip, fierce gusts swirling around the spearhead, pushing upwards into the sky, where a sinister purple magical energy continuously infused into it.
In a single moment, its power reached its peak. It suddenly streaked through the night, like a meteor piercing the heavens. This pillar of dazzling light dispersed the gloom covering the opera house!
Moonlight poured into the opera house, and people saw the body of the "Artist" shatter in the silvery radiance. Cracks spread across that dark mask of silence, turning into gray powder drifting in the air. The breath of life rapidly waned, a quality never before seen in its previous deaths.
Xu Xiaoyou let out a long breath, the giant dice behind her fading into a phantom. The speed of the dice's spinning calmed, releasing long streams of steam. All the blood-colored eyes in the void closed, the mockery no more.
