After wreaking havoc, the Molten Mountain Dragon finally left.
The dock had been completely transformed into a huge lava pit, with all the man-made structures melted, leaving no trace behind.
The hunting ship had disappeared without a trace, with only occasional wreckage washed up on the coast as evidence of its existence.
Fifty meters from the edge of the lava pit, Lincoln's No.1 follower, Thomas, arrived late and observed the battlefield's ruins, regretting that he had missed the battle.
Feeling sentimental, he suddenly noticed an unusual burst of flame from the corner of his eye.
He quickly turned his head and saw a man who had been washed ashore by the waves.
The burst of flame was from the big sword in his hand.
—Even when submerged in seawater, it could not conceal the fire that this weapon emitted.
Clearly, it was a true divine weapon.