The dark blue sky that was covering the whole town lighted up.
Dawn arrived.
Each stone that was broken during the battle turned into dust and a puff of smoke elevated from all of the destruction in Lundhir. No one could've foreseen this outcome. Every resident in town was grateful that such a catastrophe didn't kill them. They could only pray for the success of the warriors who arrived in time.
"As expected... I couldn't really move after that one hit... Agh!" Aran tried to stand by himself but he immediately felt the jolt of pain in his body. He released a couple of his chains in order to do his trump card which is Jzerein's Shadow Blade Art Technique. However, since he needs to activate his Spiritual Form, he is imbuing more mana than usual and it is leaving sensory strain on his brain as well.
