This apocalypse shrouding the entire Valerian Peninsula has torn the surrounding mainland into countless small islands through earthquakes and tectonic shifts. These islands are engulfed by thick smoke and fire, surrounded by ashes and sea.
Nurous land masses sank amidst magma and fierce flas, and cities were devoured by this cataclysm, turning from thriving civilizations into shattered ruins.
Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of Valerian citizens, both commoners and slaves, perished in this tragic apocalyptic scene. The survivors had nowhere to hide, only standing in place, pleading for the rcy and compassion of the Divine Spirits.
And the souls of the deceased remained within the sea of fire. Unimaginable pain and resentnt left them wandering endlessly in Purgatory, their concern for blood relatives causing them to howl like lost spirits.
But the earth incessantly shook and cracked, swallowing countless people into fissures, who were then lted into ash by the magma spewing from the depths.
All things lted away, steel turned into liquid, and even in the waters surrounding the Valerian Peninsula, rolling heat waves erged.
Even while aboard the ship, far from the Valerian Peninsula, the Red-robed Witch and the Faceless n Sect mbers could distinctly see fiery red currents spurting from the seabed, churning the waters.
Countless sea fish and Sea Beasts were directly evaporated by these surging red currents from beneath the sea, with their bodies constantly surfacing on the sea.
Their pale bellies and lifeless eyes pointed toward the sky, as if staring at the Divine Spirits above, accusing them of sending this unwarranted apocalyptic calamity.
In the nearby waters, the entire sea turned boiling as if it had been set on fire, with rolling steam spreading over the water, shrouding it in a thick white mist.
Even the most fanatical mbers of the Faceless n Sect were at a loss for words, even though it was the seed they planted that triggered this might of heaven and earth.
Yet, faced with this unimaginable scene, they were overwhelmingly shocked.
Witnessing the destruction of the world before their very eyes, they were completely awestruck.
The glass candle held by Red-robed Witch Nalia, representing the magical item of wonder, burned brightly at this mont, radiating its last gleam.
With her left hand holding the glass candle and her right hand touching the necklace around her slender neck, she pressed the large ruby against her red lips, mumbling incantations to the King of Light, R’hllor.
"The Divine Spirit who grants light and heat to all beings, the King of Light who brings beauty and love, also delivers apocalyptic punishnt to the disrespectful...,"
Behind her, the Red-robed Monks also kissed their ring badges, offering their devotion to the King of Light, the God of Fla, R’hllor.
Yet from above the firmant ca a loud noise, as if the entire world were shattering, the intense vibrations spreading across the sky, making the entire firmant seem to waver.
In the vision of everyone, it felt as though the sky was about to collapse.
From the layers of black clouds and ash, above the surging flas of magma, a massive opening suddenly appeared.
From within that opening erged a pair of claws, prying open the ever-closing gap, followed by a head.
"Heavens, what is that!"
"That is... "
The witch and monks looked at the creature atop the do, exclaiming aloud, while the Faceless n unveiled their hoods, their lips trembling as they spoke.
And those silently praying for their souls to return to the Holy Hall, the Imperial legion warriors, suddenly erupted in cheers; at this mont, ignoring the surrounding flas and magma, they spontaneously knelt down toward the face in the sky.
"The great Emperor, supre lord, holy Karon Gogomola, has descended,"
The Casters saw the head protruding from the seam of the firmant, and their courage surged, shouting the Emperor’s na, channeling all their Magic Power, instantly holding the entire Magic Barrier open.
Black Dragon Rosani also roared, its excited howls echoing throughout the Valerian Islands, triggering countless Demon Dragon roars.
"Is this the master behind those demons, His Majesty the supre Imperial Emperor?"
The Nobility submitted to the outsiders, the House Targaryen, Orion Clan, and Belerys Clan, their mbers and Demon Dragons sheltered within the legion’s Magic Barrier.
They admired the outsiders’ strength but still took pride in their Power of the Dragon King.
But now, they finally witnessed the true orchestrator, the being even those mighty Demon Warriors revered in the eyes of the nobility.
All held their breath, fearing any sound might disturb the Dragon Emperor atop the firmant.
Six thick sinuous horns, like colossal pillars supporting the sky, surpassed all Demon Dragons in majesty and splendor.
Even the mightiest of old, the Demon Dragon Bellerion, which once grew to 350 ters, appeared as rely a Beast before the dazzling Emperor.
The Nobility, along with their tad Demon Dragons, knelt at this mont, offering their submission to that noble and awe-inspiring combination of majesty and raw power in the sky.
Karon Gogomola cast a gaze surpassing the sun’s brilliance, witnessing the precarious scene, despite his desire to erge from this world’s fissure through the infinitely distant Plane Passage, it remained an insurmountable task.
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