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The whole city is filled with shocking colors.

These people who are suffering from disaster are longing for a hero at this moment, just like the world is longing for a savior.

The wrinkles on Edjo's face became more and more sad.

He came to the girl who was kneeling in front of the collapsed building and slowly took her hand.

Looking at the girl who was holding his thigh and crying, for a moment in a trance, Edjo seemed to see the girl who always liked to bully her brother many years ago, crying and pouring out her grievances to him...

Two small figures overlapped at this moment.

Adjou was in a trance.

He suddenly thought that in His Majesty's eyes, all dragons were just children who had not yet grown up. What was Your Majesty thinking about these children who were suddenly born into the world in those years?

The scepter in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

Invisible waves spread from under his feet, smoothing the waves that burst out from the underground rock formations like iron drums, suppressing the turbulence of elements in this area with a powerful gesture.

The world froze for a moment.

Edjo leaned over and held the girl in his arms, patted her back gently, and walked towards the end of the still intact street.

The aura of the oldest being in the earth and mountains gradually enveloped the place.

It was as if a mountain was rising slowly from the ground here, suppressing the earthquake with absolute power.

The majesty of the ancient one is thick and solemn, like a flag so clearly planted on the messy earth, marking where he stands.

Adjo doesn't know where the savior the planet is crying out for is.

But he knew that the savior that thousands of creatures in the city below were longing for could only be him who happened to be passing by.

He doesn't care about the humans crying for help.

What he cares about is that this territory that once belonged to His Majesty cannot just collapse in front of him.

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The stones on the ground beat slightly.

The violent pulsation of the rock formations was firmly suppressed under the feet and prevented from stretching.

The power that can turn mountains into abyss is preventing the arrival of the abyss at this moment.

And all of this was seen by the man passing by.

He walked along the gravel-strewn streets and looked up at the starless night sky.

During those years, he often wondered how those children would adapt to a world without themselves after losing the gift of God.
Chapter completed!