The sound of the explosion echoed across the battlefield, shaking the very fabric of space in the miniature world. Esher's figure was consumed by the overwhelming blast; his domain shattered into fragments that scattered like dust in the wind.
"Hmm!"
But he was a bit surprised because he didn't see the bright light when participants disappeared from the miniature world, meaning he somehow survived.
A mile away, Esher's dishevelled figure materialized, his face twisted in sheer horror as if he had witnessed something beyond comprehension and terrifying. His heart pounded violently, and cold sweat drenched his body.
Apollo, whose spiritual sense already covered a large distance, also covered his appearance and said something that was heard only in Esher's mind.
"Oh... Quite an ability, you survived."
"Fuck! Fuck! F....!!"
