A dazzling white light suddenly flashed, and a shockwave carrying pressure shattered everything.
The surrounding space was distorted for a long time.
The scorching, parched air seemed to be folded up and crumpled into a ball, then thrown in all directions.
The canyon shattered into a jumble of floating rocks, and the drifting, dark clouds vanished completely.
The entire sky turned a pure, inky black.
Huge blue clouds were scattered sparsely across the entire sky.
Their slender bodies lean outwards, like a flurry of falling leaves constantly drifting away.
A dense sea of stars hung high in the night sky.
A bright, white moon lay quietly in the darkness, silently radiating its brilliance.
The surroundings became incredibly quiet, and even the gentle breeze could be heard clearly.
The enormous, golden holy angel had vanished as if it had never existed.
After this dazzling attack, not a trace of sticky, foul smell remained in the air.
It was simply cool and refreshing, with a burnt smell.
Under that power that could purify everything.
This airspace seems to have never experienced a crisis.
However, the somewhat damaged floating train still proved the extraordinary experience that everyone had gone through.
Under the night sky, the entire magic carriage looked like a shooting star, shining brightly.
The ministers remained suspended in the air aboard the train.
The knights stood up steadily, staring blankly at the sky.
They all stared wide-eyed, as if the scene that had shocked them so much was still lingering in their minds.
They no longer knew how to describe the shock they felt.
The white light had long since dissipated, yet no one on the train made a sound.
Although the entire carriage was completely silent, it felt as if a huge wave was surging in everyone's hearts, completely engulfing their original rationality.
Almost everyone present was witnessing Viktor fight at such close range for the first time.
At that moment, they finally realized it.
Why is Viktor, who could be called the strongest mage in the empire, given such a title?
They slowly raised their heads.
The black goddess of justice remained suspended in the sky.
Its surrounding darkness blended almost seamlessly with the night sky, and its enormous, flapping wings nearly obscured the entire sky.
Its enormous body naturally exuded justice and majesty in all directions.
Those veiled eyes seemed to be judging everything.
And in front of that enormous goddess, Gwen floated silently.
She also fluttered her pure white wings, creating a striking contrast with the jet-black angel behind her.
Until a gentle breeze stirred, swept across the chaotic starry sky, and passed through the gradually fading body of the Goddess of Justice.
Its enormous body began to dissipate like ashes from a fire burning in black flames.
His black armor shattered into several pieces, which scattered in the air like ashes.
With the dissipation of the goddess of justice, it was as if all power had been lost.
Gwen's body, high in the sky, also began to sway precariously.
The white wings behind her began to gradually close, turning into tiny, shimmering yellow stars that slowly dissipated as they were swallowed by the black ashes.
The golden crown on its head had its golden threads pulled out, and the body gradually disappeared, turning into two golden strands that flew in the night sky.
Only Gwen remained, her eyes closed, her body tilted to one side as she fell straight down from the sky to the ground.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines as they watched Gwen, engulfed in orange flames, transform into a shooting star.
If Gwen fell into the canyon from that height, she would probably die instantly!
But the next second, a figure swiftly pierced through the night sky.
As the surrounding space rippled, Victor appeared directly below Gwen.
He simply stretched out his hands, one hand holding Gwen's legs and the other supporting her back.
He held her firmly in his arms.
Gwen used too much power, and this was her first time experiencing such a battle.
She lost consciousness uncontrollably.
but……
"You've done a very good job."
Victor held Gwen in his arms, hovering in the air, his eyes revealing a mixture of satisfaction and pity.
This scene was witnessed by everyone in the carriage.
After a long silence, a sound finally broke out in the carriage, but this time it was a hiss, as if someone had seen something surprising.
Above the sky, Victor's trench coat swayed slightly, floating between the entire collapsed canyon.
Only indifference and calmness remain, like water flowing through the world.
At some point, Aurelion looked through the carriage at the countless stars swirling in the sky.
The only thing in my eyes was Viktor's familiar back.
Full of longing.
...
Three days later.
The houses with red tiles and bricks seem to be nestled in a forest, and the people coming and going are all very relaxed, with sparse hawkers' calls constantly rising from all directions.
The streetlights at night are like fireflies, their dim light casting a cool glow on passersby.
But in the Kingdom of Kant, both men and women always wear a long sword at their waist beneath their magnificent and elegant attire.
Several nobles dressed in elegant court attire gathered at the magic train platform.
Like the other pedestrians, they also wore thin swords at their waists.
They gathered there, as if welcoming someone's arrival.
Some people were already showing signs of impatience, frowning and glancing at the hands of their watches every few minutes.
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