Blood covered the earth, and in just half a minute, the foundation of the Blood Race was consumed in flames.
The blood-red light soared into the sky, dyeing the moonlight crimson.
Chloe suddenly looked up.
In this battle, far too many powerful beings had fallen.
Fighting to this extent, he no longer had much energy to sense how many strong beings blessed by the Great Sin: Pride had perished.
But, at the moment of Liszt's death, he suddenly raised his head.
"Liszt..."
He felt that familiar presence quickly dimming.
Stuart's voice was hoarse:
"Another old friend is gone."
Chloe coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling a bit sorrowful:
"Wasn't he supposed to be with The Stars?"
"Looks like someone brought him here."
"..."
"Have you guessed who it was?"
"Aren't you the same?"
Chloe was inconsolably grieved.
But at this moment, he had no extra energy to focus on these things.
The Lord of Storms was too powerful.
So powerful that it was hard to suppress.
