บท 945: Hostile Takeover (Part 1)

With her host reduce to a pile of ashes, Night emitted an ear-piercing wail and then Warped away, unable to stand anymore the shame of having her crystal form exposed. The black crystal known as the Black Night reached Baba Yaga's hut, seeking her family's comfort.

Unlike Dawn, despite being centuries old, Night still took defeat with the same grace of a spoiled brat.

Balkor was still in Othre, incapable of averting his eyes from the aftermath of Chaos Eater. He could have sworn that Manohar had smiled at him one last time before Night's scream shattered the god of healing's decrepit body.

Age had made it so frail that even a gust of wind would have killed Manohar and Night's temper tantrum had the fury of a storm.

"Your insanity was only matched by your bravery, Manohar. I may be the last man standing, but this victory belongs to you. Thank you." Balkor gave the puddle of bones and skin a deep bow with his eyes closed.