"Ah!"
"Ahhh!!"
"What's happening?!"
"Save me!"
The Armored Warriors of the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits cried out in terror as they flew into the air, and one of them, closest to that dust-covered mountain, gained speed rapidly. In his vision, the dust drew closer and closer until he crashed into it.
At the moment of impact, he felt an indescribable intense pain that came and went in an instant, for... the Armored Warrior, together with his armor, had all turned into powder.
After the first one, there were many more.
In just a few fleeting moments, the thousands of Armored Warriors from the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits had vanished like raindrops falling into the Blue Sea.
Perhaps... the only evidence of their existence was the blood-red with a metallic sheen that now stained the dust-covered mountain—the mixture of metal fragments and flesh had become the surface layer of the mountain and was spreading along its entirety with the flow of the mountain itself.
