When Cyan Simurgh helped Iris out, the industrial park of the Disaster Strategy Bureau had already become a wasteland.
The clear sky made the surroundings a bit stifling—perhaps not just because of the weather.
The leftover traces of magic power crackled like flames burning in the ruins nearby.
Some battered Disaster Beasts lay on the ground, whimpering and twitching, refusing to die.
The scene was already dismal; as their gaze moved upwards, they saw Jiangming City's skies filled with Disaster Beasts.
A scene resembling a depiction of Hell.
The sunlight cast elongated shadows, chopping Jiangming City into fragments.
As if it were the end of judgment.
Especially as these Disaster Beasts slowly melted, their polluted magic power dripping like tar before evaporating.
Just one look made Cyan Simurgh feel she might have nightmares that night.
