[You have slain a Great Tyrant, Soul of Kanakht.]
[You have slain a Corrupted Devil, Aletes of the Nine.]
Jet looked up at the dark sky of the Eternal City.
She should have felt ecstatic, but instead, the thought that came to mind was…
'D—damn.'
She had not been away for long, but the sky above her was crumbling.
The torrential rain had turned into an apocalyptic downpour, and here and there, colossal hexagonal pillars towered above the ruined city. From afar, it seemed as if they were supporting the invisible dome of the sky, but it did not take Jet more than a moment to realize what they really were.
The vast surface of the invisible dome turned out to be composed of countless hexagons, and as some of them faded out of existence, the cold waters of the Stormsea rushed down under devastating pressure. The giant pillars were not supporting the dome — they were water falling through the breaches in the dome, still contained in their shape.
