When he looked up at the sky again, he could clearly see that what should have been dyed purple during the night was already being covered in a faint red color.
"Dragons can purify corrupted magic and you didn't bother telling me sooner… that inhuman bastard. I mean seriously… this isn't something that can be purified by one person alone… damn it…"
He connected his awareness to the black sand floating faintly around them and, relying on old instincts, roughly surveyed the world.
Everywhere he looked was wrapped in red corrupted magic.
The only places that still held a purplish hue were small parts of the ocean far away from the continent.
Even though the invasive monster called Aha had been defeated, monsters would still continue to appear naturally, and corrupted magic itself had already become something necessary to this planet.
It could not all be erased.
He could sense that instinctively, perhaps because of this thing called "divine rank."
