Berkah's shadow flames died down as he willed it, the dying screams of the Naga and Nagi had long ceased, he also undid his Mana Dome, allowing it to return to its invisible state.
The once strange and yet beautiful garden now reduced to nothing but a mountain of ash, the charred corpses of the hundreds of Berkah's victims exuding a nauseating and ironically appetizing scent.
He spread his wings and relished in the sheer destruction before him, the veil of smoke rapidly scattering in the open air.
And... As expected, hundreds of red smoke streams swirled high into the air, becoming one, before swirling into Berkah who was excitedly awaiting for the surge of power he would feel.
The smoke entered his being and he felt revitalized as well as relieved, like the sweetness that rain brings to parched land after a long season of drought.
"Fuuu..."
