The surroundings were covered by a silvery-red aura, while the ground was cracked and dry, with traces of sword marks emerging endlessly.
The stone pillars had collapsed and were charred black. The embossments had burst and were now red. The decorative bronze statues in between the palace had started to melt. Some of them were bent at the waist, while others were destroyed beyond recognition, and were filled with sword marks everywhere.
The silvery-red aura had spread out throughout a distance of thirty to forty meters before it disappeared gradually.
Garen and Edin were standing off in midair, and both of them were suspended there, as if a powerful invisible force was holding both of them up and preventing them from falling.
From afar, it seemed as if the enormous Nine-Headed Dragon was charging violently towards a large white rose.