They wanted to ask aloud.
What happened?
Where did such violent energy come from?
Was it Isabella Lindsey?
Impossible, right?
Hadn't she lost all her martial power…
What a pity.
Even though they had a hundred thousand questions in their hearts, they couldn't ask them.
Because they were already dying, unable to open their mouths even a little.
They lay in a wretched and pitiful state, sprawled haphazardly, devoid of any life.
A stark contrast to their previous arrogance and haughtiness.
Who would have thought they'd meet such a pathetic end?
Perhaps.
Only the girl still standing there, motionless, understood best.
At this moment.
Her fair and enchanting face, calm and serene, her long black hair bound at the back of her head, swaying gently with the breeze, her entire aura cold but not bewitching, strong but not harsh, truly extraordinary.
Sketching an extraordinary painting of a Goddess ruling the world.
