Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine: Spectre
Two quarters of an hour later,
the battle had already neared its end. The originally even and lush forest now lay uneven and collapsed in many areas, with ground here and there still covered in the remnants of ice crystals from the recent fight.
"Boom!!"
With one final roar, the fighting subsided into calm, and everything around fell into a silence so still it was frightening.
A burly man lay on his back at the center of a large crater, staring at the silent sky where the full moon hung, and he let out a long breath:
"Huff... it's finally over."
After saying this, he lay quietly for a few breaths before struggling to his feet, his eyes still showing traces of lingering fear.
The two people just now were really strong, but luckily, they were careless.
Thinking this, the burly man shook his head gently and picked up a blood-drenched severed hand that lay beside him, slowly making his way to the edge of the crater.