The white marble floor of the square, stained with blood and dust, reflected Strax's heavy footsteps as he crossed the large square towards the Royal Palace.
The elves, once proud and arrogant, were beginning to wake up from the collective unconsciousness caused by the battle between Strax and the Spirit King... The Aura emanating was so strong that only cultivators above the King Stage could withstand it.
The sound of short breaths and muffled coughs filled the air.
Then the silence broke again...
On his lap lay the lifeless body of the Elf Queen... the woman who had sacrificed herself so that the forests would not die without the spirit world... and who was now nothing more than an elegant, empty carcass.
The murmuring began like a whisper:
"It's her..."
"He killed her..."
"Finally..."
"Monster..."
"Murderer..."
