"Elysi… to think she ended up in such a miserable state, without even a scrap of her remains left behind."
"By the Creator God, was that the beginning and end of the battle? I didn't even see what happened on the arena before everything was already settled."
"Faustus smashed Elysi apart with a single palm strike! That speed, that explosive power—it was terrifying!"
"That guy is practically a demon god descended into the world!"
Cold Star's eyes widened. An uncontrollable shiver ran through his entire body, as if that colossal palm had been coming down toward him instead.
"Too brutal… simply enough to make one's skin crawl."
Silas shook his head, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Just now, without realizing it, he had imagined himself in Elysi's position. That suffocating sensation in that instant had almost made him think he was already in heaven.
"Immortal Icon—this is the Divine-grade secret art passed down through generations of my Chaos Humans."
