The people of the Demonic Domain, along with the entire Demonic Domain itself, were about to disappear. At this moment, the people of the Immortal Domain found that they weren't as happy as they'd imagined. Their sworn enemies were leaving—they should have been ecstatic. Why, then, did they feel nothing but a numb sense of bewilderment?
A ridiculous thought surfaced in their minds. The feeling was complex, as if they were the ones being left behind, abandoned.
Their lifelong nemeses.
Mortal foes they were desperate to eliminate.
But their enemies weren't being destroyed by them; they were simply moving away on their own. The feeling was hard to describe, like throwing a punch into a wad of cotton—completely silent, with no impact.
