In the black space above, people who were spared from the devouring frenzy of the abyss stood dazed, watching the bloody phenonon with utter shock. They were the innocents who had been manipulated against their will to commit atrocities, so Sol chose not to harm them.
This was the power of the End. A power Sol rarely, if ever, used because of how heinous it was. It brought true death and destruction to everything, annihilating even the soul and reducing everything it ca into contact with into pure nothingness. It was the end of existence itself.
Those killed by the End could never reincarnate.
It was a power that denied everything, embraced everything, and burned it all to ashes of non-existence.
From the mont Sol started walking to when he stopped, only one minute went by and yet the ground in a 60-kiloter radius was turned pitch black like an endless cascading abyss.
Screams could no longer be heard. But the void did not seem content with just that. It tried to expand further, to touch and devour even what Sol deed as off limits.
“That is enough.”
The power tried to rebel but to no avail, and finally it yielded under Sol’s control once again. The darkness that had covered the ground all gathered under his shadow once more, slumbering, waiting for its next opportunity to devour and destroy.
Sol looked at the sky, his dinsion encroachnt also vanishing now that there was nothing left to hide.
“865,” He muttered to himself.
That was number of people that were absolutely erased from existence in but an instant. Soon, even the mories related to them would slowly vanish from the mind of weaker people who may have know them.
Their bodies, soul, and even their very existence and mories were thus extinguished from the face of reality.
“Truly, what a detestable power.” Sol shook his head in distaste. He had mainly used the power of the End because of his anger but also as a test. In the end, he realized that he certainly should never use the power of the End without careful preparation. Otherwise, the power might even try to devour him once it went completely berserk and out of his control.
Nonetheless, satisfied with the current results, he looked at the only remaining beastman. He had left that one alone for integorration, but the mind of the man seed to have been completely shattered for witnessing things he was not permitted to see.
Sol scoffed, his finger touched the forehead of the cat-eared man.
He did not need a sane man.
All he needed was to follow the flow of karma and punish all the culprits who caused this problem.
Absolutely none of them would be spared.
Never.
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Out of all the won currently present, the one who was unable to shake off her instinctive fear was none other than Satella. She was not at fault for her reaction.
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Though so far she had seen many different sides of Sol and even witnessed his combat power when he fought against Kiyohi, this was on a completely different level altogether.
Just how could a King rank give out such a dreadful aura? Just what kind of existence was this young man she had made a pact with?
Looking at the other won, she could only bite her teeth hard when she realized that she was the only one who was still feeling afraid.
This made her feel terribly ashad of herself. As if she were inferior to the other won. She felt once again that she was but a shell of her once glorious self. It was an outco she simply could not accept. Not after everything she had done and sacrificed to turn over a new leaf.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s normal to feel a little overwheld in our beloved lover’s intense presence. Just understand that while this might be the first ti, it definitely won’t be the last.” Calia gave an encouraging pat on Satella’s shoulder, which ironically made her feel even worse. After all, as they were, Calia was the weakest among all the won here.
Calia shrugged at the elven queen’s reaction. She knew well that no matter what she said, now would do nothing to change what Satellla was feeling.
“Let Sol work on this. Please help settle the survivors and take care of the wounded. Pandora, please use your power to make everyone fall asleep for now. Put the most ntally broken ones into a dream and devour their nightmares. Sol, is that alright with you?”
Sol frowned at Calia’s suggestion. He did not favor ntally manipulating people when they were not his enemies, much less when they were just normal people. However, the situation he found himself mired in at the mont was too complex for him to object. In the end, he could only sigh as he swept his hair back.
“I will give you full control. You are more experienced when it cos to these matters.”
He bit his lips hard enough for them to bleed. Even after exterminating nearly all the perpetrators here, he was still not satisfied.
As the prince and future king of the Kingdom of Lustburg, he had a duty to his citizens. A contract was signed. Loyalty and obedience for safety and protection.
And now he had terribly failed on his side of the contract.
The people here were his citizens.
This place was his kingdom!!!
And they dared to ss with what belonged to him!?
How dare they!!?
His anger soared again, and the more angry he was, the calr he beca. A paradoxical scenario.
Adam. I will ask once again. If I kill your children with the End. What will you do?
All cordiality was discarded. He needed to know whether Adam would be a liability or not with his plans ahead.
{...}
At first, only silence filled his mind, but then a sigh was heard.
{The Twilight of the Gods had many reasons, and the ones who were not killed by the power of the End back then were given a chance to reincarnate.}
Adam rambled a little. He was clearly feeling agitated.
{I hoped that after being reborn as mortals, they would change and redeem themselves, and seeing Dawn gave even more hope. But it seems like I was sadly mistaken.}
Another sigh followed, and Adam’s voice ca again. From afar as if he was walking away to sowhere distant, closing himself.
{Do as you see fit. This is my era no more.}
A cold light glinted in Sol’s eye as the Thread of Karma started forming around him.
For so reason, the thread connecting him to this place and the massacre were slowly getting destroyed. Most likely, soone on the other side was also able to manipulate Karma to a certain extent.
If things continued like this, soon, no traces would remain of the perpetrator. Even for Sol, it would be impossible to locate the culprit of this horrific scenario.
Thankfully he was still able to act.
His eyes moved frantically, scouring thousands upon thousands of pieces of information conveyed through the karmic threads. He followed the already broken threads and soon repaired and joined them to form new ones, all ot find the culprit.
[Oh?]
A voice sounded in his mind. That of a man he did not recognize.
All the threads he had been holding on to started burning far faster. Much faster than Sol initially anticipated.
He frowned, realizing that finding the position of the one who did this was now impossible. He could neither find her na nor her appearance.
But still, he caught a glimpse of a nine-tailed fox woman and a man with a horn and four arms holding four swords.
“Got you.”
Sol grinned. He was unable to find anything much on the woman. But things were different for that man.
Far from vanishing, the Karma connection between him and Sol beca even stronger.
“So he noticed and didn't try to hide like a rat?”
Not only did he not hide his aura, but that person was not even hiding in another dinsion.
This could an three things.
One. The man was suprely confident in his power.
Two. The man was stupidly arrogant.
Three. This was a trap.
However none of them mattered.
Sol would not be satisfied until one of those so-called gods received a lesson. And what better lesson to learn than absolute and complete extermination?
“Girls. Go back ho first after you finish things here.”
On those words. He crossed the boundary between dinsions and imdiately teleported towards his destination.
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