บท 362: Closing Ceremony (3/3)

It was an unforgettable scene.

After the explosion, thick smoke billowed over Golden City. Scorching flames devastated the buildings while civilians were screaming and crying, dragging along their loved ones to escape this once bustling land. Behind them were tens of thousands of Undead Legions, and in the skies, a Dark Dragon circled among the clouds, tainting the world with its dark aura. It was as though a drop of ink fell into a clear blue lake, producing a series of ripples which spread across the entire lake, polluting it with pitch black darkness. Even the sun rays were divided and masked by a thick curtain of miasma.