With the death of the oculon-dragon fusion, the remaining layers of haze that survived Li's outpour of divine energy faded away, thinning into transparency that let the bright, sunny rays of the sun above pierce through.
With how bright and golden the sun was and how crystal-clear blue the skies above were, it almost looked as if there had never been an undeath riddled atmosphere in the first place. Under natural light and sky, the crater so riddled with broken down mine carts, rails, and shattered rocks had a hauntingly beautiful appearance to it, as if a visage of nature that had outlasted the race of time against mortal civilization.
