The chaos of the divine clash still echoed in the sky, but as the green corruption continued to unravel the Archlord's god-strike, I turned my attention toward the immediate ground.
My chariot hovered above a sector of the city that looked like a residential district for the elite dragon kin. I reread the system messages that had flickered across my screen during the descent, then turned my eyes toward the sprawling courtyard of a nearby manor.
There, emerging from the shadows of the structure, were the remnants of the guardian monsters I had just slaughtered with my fallen gods. Near them, a large, rounded emblem—pulsing with a soft, silver light—rose a few meters off the ground, rotating slowly.
"So each building here will give such monsters… Interesting," I muttered to myself.
I stepped off the chariot, my boots hitting the cobblestones with a heavy thud. I walked directly toward that emblem. As the conqueror of this sector, it felt only right that I claim the spoils.
