The citizens were confused as the clash of creation and the dark creature stopped. All parties eyeing the fight, waiting for a victorious side to emerge, were nervous because a battle that shook the heavens stopped.
"…let's end this, creator," called Osian, who was covered with nothingness. His voice has gone hoarse, becoming more like Nameless.
"Silence," said Arthur Silvera without paying him any mind. His sword of creation was still in hand as he stared at the sky. "What is this feeling?"
Arthur could feel the back of his neck tingle as if someone was watching him. All he could do was stare at the sky as his golden eyes looked for a source. Although he found nothing, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was out there.
Thus, Arthur stabbed his sword into the ground. As soon as he did, the field of flowers grew thicker as the mana of creation started feeding the earth. As for him, Arthur raised his hands toward the sky.
