As Ivyst regained consciousness from the spatial teleportation’s fluctuations, she found herself at the foot of the Soron Mountain Range.
Aphia was by her side, her eyes slightly red as she seemed to be holding back some kind of grief.
It wasn’t just her; everyone around had lapsed into silence, standing there dazed.
As if they were still reeling from the shock that had just transpired.
After all, the final impression Lynn left them was far too stunning.
Like a hero saving the world single-handedly, sacrificing herself for a better ending for everyone.
As for Ivyst...she did not exhibit the outrage and anger one might have expected.
It seemed her brief hysteria had exhausted the last of her strength.
Now she simply stared blankly in the direction where Lynn had disappeared, her hand still reaching out into the air as if all her vigor had been drained in an instant.
Those red eyes, usually filled with arrogance and a commanding presence, had now lost their luster, becoming vacant and numb.
She felt an impulse within her to go back to him.
But in the end, she could not even muster a trace of Extraordinary Power.
Even her legs had become numb, unable to take even a single step forward.
"Princess, Princess?"
Aphia, holding back tears and not wishing to trouble the Princess, tentatively probed.
But Ivyst did not respond.
Her usual decisiveness had vanished, she now seemed as lifeless as deadwood.
Just then, a wary voice suddenly emanated from nearby.
Everyone looked up to see that it was a group of Transcendents tasked with sealing off the mountain range.
Checking their chest insignias, they all belonged to the Heavenly Principle Church.
Morris stepped forward angrily, "Do you know who you are speaking to?!"
"This is the domain of Princess Ivyst Laurent Alexini of the Saint Laurent Empire, you are merely dogs of the church, get out of my way!"
However, this statement didn’t seem to bring the anticipated intimidation.
In fact, after Morris spoke these words, the Transcendents from the Heavenly Principle Church exchanged glances, a hint of mockery in their eyes.
"I’m sorry, we do not recognize any ’Princess.’ We have orders that, until the containment task is complete, not a single living creature is to leave the Soron Mountain Range."
The leading Transcendent spoke coldly.
At his gesture, the subordinates behind him drew their weapons.
The atmosphere became immediately tense.
"Please retreat back to the containment area," the Transcendent from the Heavenly Principle Church said blandly, looking at the grim faces of the group. "Even if you wish to leave, you may only do so after the church has relayed the order and you can go peacefully..."
Before he could finish his sentence, another unexpected turn of events occurred.
Duke Tierus, who was about to confront the insolent group, himself a Fifth Rank Legend, never held the church’s lackeys in high regard.
But before he could make a move, the leader of the Transcendents suddenly had bulging eyes.
With a muffled sound, a mass of black muck exploded from his heart!
The Transcendent’s eyes held a disbelief, he tilted his head down to look at his now hollow chest, as if he had no idea what just happened.
As a Third Rank Transcendent, he had held a high position within the church and, after the death of Bishop Moselle, was operating as the bishop at the behest of Second Prince Felit.
He hadn’t expected to bask in this position for a few days only for such a disaster to strike.
Under everyone’s astonished gaze, he staggered forward a few steps.
Then with a "thump," he fell face-first into the dirt, devoid of life.
Seeing his exaggerated actions, Duke Tierus was dumbstruck.
He hadn’t made a move yet; how had this man fallen?
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As if some will in the darkness was paving their way, or simply fulfilling a trial set by some great existence.
One after another, hearts burst with the sound of rupture—over a hundred Transcendents from the Heavenly Principle Church were seemingly synchronized by a mysterious force, their hearts gruesomely crushed, expressions frozen on their faces.
Without even having a chance to make a sound, they collapsed to the ground like cut wheat, falling one after another.
Blood spread everywhere like a lake.
In just an instant, all of the Heavenly Principle Church’s Transcendents lay dead, in front of the group, in a bizarre posture.
Glaya, as if sensing something, widened her eyes to look back.
Though the entire mountain range was collapsing, shaking the earth with it, and there was no longer any sight of the boy.
But she knew very well, this had to be his doing.
In a flash, he had wiped out all the Transcendents from the Heavenly Principle Church.
Lynn, was this also within your calculations?
At this very moment, the vast city was filled with panic-stricken crowds and wails of lament.
After that inexplicable surge of power, the majority of the city’s populace seemed cursed, vomiting black sludge while collapsing to the ground, powerless.
As if the very essence of their lives had left with those black clumps.
Such a bizarre and dreadful supernatural phenomenon was undoubtedly a shattering of the worldview for ordinary people accustomed to tranquility.