The primeval city turned into a blazing torch, releasing endless light and heat, filling the entire world.
The Dancer tossed the Chopping Axe high into the air, the axe blade spinning midair, tracing out a brilliant firework, and then fell back into her white palm, caught stably by her, tracing a magnificent trajectory.
Then, that slender arm made a powerfully forceful motion backwards, the axe blade cutting a ferocious trajectory, then freezing still.
The young girl held the axe in her right hand, while her left hand rested on her chest, and then she bent slightly, offering thanks to the empty audience.
The dance ended.
The stage was still shrouded in fierce flames, but whether they were Dragonkind, the Evil Emperor, or the Imperial soldiers, all had vanished without a trace, leaving only the figure of the girl on stage.
Though there wasn't a bead of sweat appearing on her forehead, the girl's chest still heaved slightly, revealing the afterglow of her joyful dance just now.
