Chapter 66: The Name of Beauty and Poetry...

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The flame sprouted at the head of the match.

Among the specks of light, it suddenly expanded.

Once the fuse was lit, it hissed like spitting sparks

Hiss, hiss.

And then—

Boom!

A huge fireball tumbled into the night sky, the ground trembled continuously, and the entire Pea Street was as lit as daytime.

The massive shockwave tore apart everything around.

Not just the stony ground, but also those attackers who had converged upon them.

Not a single person escaped.

Because they were all too greedy.

Each of them couldn't wait to be closest to the carriage.

Each of them couldn't wait to capture Jason themselves.

Each of them couldn't wait to be the ultimate beneficiary.

So,

Death arrived as expected.

Like the night wind sweeping over a decaying reed bed, amidst the flurry, only futile struggles remained.

Wailing, groaning.

It echoed on the outermost perimeter.

They were the lucky ones.

But,

They were also the unlucky ones.