The refined corpses tried everything they could think of to evade the powerful lightning but nothing worked. Even those that fled from the battlefield were not spared as the lightning chased after them.
There was death and carnage.
The corpses screeched at the unfairness of the heavens but this was useless. In the eyes of the humans, they did not see helpless creatures being slaughtered but killing machines that were finally being put to rest.
The sky was covered with lightning. Even the emissary who was fleeing while hidden in the void between realms could still feel the power that had been unleashed by the monarch.
After less than a second, all the corpses had been turned to ash.
Some of them had even let out sighs of relief when they were finally killed.
The entire city was calm.
All eyes were on the Waking Monarch, who stood in the sky like a conquering hero come back home from the war of the century.