A soft crack echoed, contrasting with the silence that dominated the now dead sacred capital.
The blood orb twisted slightly, the liquid inside quickly taking on a darkened hue, shaking violently.
Under Qingyi's gaze, the orb pulsed one last time before slowly beginning to shrink, compressing all of its terrifying power into a point no more than two meters in diameter.
[Qingyi, get away, now!] Ruxue shouted in her husband's mind.
Immediately, he retreated, his body flickering before reappearing a few kilometers away.
An explosion followed his movement, a heat second only to his own flames engulfing everything around it in a sea of fire and blood.
The entire city below was reduced to dust, hundreds of thousands of years of history as the main religious center of the Church of Auranys completely erased.
When the flames and blood subsided, they revealed only a figure curled up in the middle of a huge crater.
It was clearly a male figure, perhaps no more than twenty years old.
