The scene fell silent for a long while.
"Is it... over?!"
The players stood in shock, hardly able to believe it.
"It should be..."
They stared at the nearly 100-meter-diameter gigantic pit not far away, their hearts stopping for a moment.
The once invincible boss of the Red Apple Church, along with everything on this stretch of ground, had been sucked into the giant black polyhedron, crushed, and dissipated with the collapse.
And the one who caused this scene was their own faction's leader, Mr. Jack...
They couldn't help but shift their gaze towards him.
It was now sunset.
In the twilight, at the edge of the deep pit, the tall Pale Knight stood in silence. His terrifyingly large Silver Sword was planted next to him, its gleaming blade reflecting a blood-red glow like a mirror.
The sounds of gunfire, melee, and howling still hadn't ceased around them, everything resembling a scene from an epic.