With a swoosh.
The Netherworld suddenly flickered onto the helipad of a building, half-kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with the Ghost Slayer Blade. His black hair was drenched by the mist, and his black trench coat was soaked as well, yet he seemed uninjured.
He was clutching his forehead in pain, seemingly affected by that ancient whisper. The brightly lit city became distorted in his eyes, as if the sky and earth were spinning.
Above the firmament, the enraged face of a gigantic being, appearing both ghostly and godlike.
Only when the towering mushroom cloud dissipated, the night sky was left empty.
No shadow of a person to be seen at all.
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The explosion rising into the sky illuminated the top floor of the Miyako Manufacturing Building.
"Fool."
Skylark gazed at the dissipating mushroom cloud in the night sky and snorted with a cold laugh: "Did you really think killing Solomon would be so easy?"
