Drops of tears trickled down the Heavenly Demon's face as his eyes reflected the field of white daffodils.
He weakly turned away and gazed at the sky. Golden waterfall cascaded from the heavens, illuminating the beautiful scene of white flowers blooming on black, shattered land.
"Those were mother's favourite," he gently whispered into the wind.
At the same time, Adam's mana reserves finally depleted. His face twisted and churned, as though countless tiny tendrils were squirming underneath the flesh, until he wore his own face again.
Crushing mental fatigue struck him with the weight of a mountain, and he collapsed to his knees. Blood seeped out from his facial orifices as he continued to endure the agonizing pain.
The field of white flowers dissipated, leaving behind only two heavily injured individuals on the brink of death.
Adam also lost his connection with the serpents of war. With no mana to sustain their summoning, the surviving serpents had returned to the Coil.
