The wailing stopped, bringing everything to an end!
Everyone held their breaths, waiting for their judgment.
Yet, the Collector simply turned around, each step pressing down on the yellow sand like a mortal traveler measuring the width of the world, admiring the beauty of all creatures.
Without a shred of extraordinary power, he was the center of the world in the eyes of every Beastmaster.
No one dared to breathe loudly, fearful of disturbing this being's interest.
Not until his silhouette completely disappeared at the end of the desert did the heavy stone in people's hearts fall. The shadow of death vanished instantly. Some friends, lovers, even embraced each other, feeling how wonderful it was to be alive.
"Finally it's over, my pants are almost wet and dried by the desert!"
"No wonder it's a taboo existence. Even though there is not a hint of malicious intent, we have to worry constantly about being crushed by the aftershocks."
