Accompanying that sight was something much more gruesome.
There was blood staining the earth. Not even worse than that was the City.
The City Walls had spikes coming out of them. The Pureblood citizens of the city were like dried up corpses, hanging by the spikes that had passed through their hearts.
Their blood had created a river that was circling around the city. It was clear that even when the Purebloods were still alive, their lives were no worse than death.
The only way a pureblood could be killed in this world was when the Pureblood gave up on his immortality. That was also what the Elzeiran Emperor had done.
Since he didn't have his immortality, he had died. And it was the same sight here.
They were still alive when they were impaled. They could feel the pain, but they couldn't move. It was as if they were constantly under torture.
