"Boom!"
After who knows how many thunderous crashes, the phenomenon of buildings being smashed finally came to a halt.
At that point, the dust stirred up by a whole row of collapsing buildings thickened into the air, forming a dragon made of smoke that lingered for a long time.
At the end of this smoke dragon and the collapsed buildings, Woodworth, his body radiating heat, held Reiger by the neck with one hand while gasping for breath with a ferocious voice.
"It's over, child of prophecy."
Reiger, held aloft by Woodworth, was covered in blood with numerous wounds, clearly on the brink of death, barely clinging to life.
"Pfft!"
Without any hesitation, Woodworth crushed the neck he was holding in his hand and, swinging his clawed hand, delivered a mighty blow to Reiger's torso, unleashing an immense force that burst his upper body apart.
