On the street that resembled ruins, the earth and stones were upheaved. The once magnificent buildings and houses had been leveled to the ground by the recent battle. Various debris and fragments were scattered on the ground.
Ymir's ethereal figure shuttled through the ruins above, anxiously searching for Owen's figure among the rubble.
She glimpsed the lingering battle waves in the ruins, occasionally erupting like volcanic explosions, raising dust and fragments.
Her face grew more solemn, and her eyes were filled with worry.
She had been observing Owen's battle against the Fallen Angel in secret.
The terrifying combat power Owen unleashed at the end even made her heart tremble with fear.
She knew very well how difficult and dangerous it was to drive the Spear of Longinus to that extent.