Chapter 1257
Miki’s massive spreading dome of death overtook the protective shells. Those on the inside could only watch in horror as their allies on the outside were reduced to dust before their eyes. However, they let out breaths of relief as they were safe. The only ones who didn’t look relieved were the magicians, who had expressions of fear and panic, sweat running down their faces. Had the soldiers breathing out sighs of relief noticed the looks of horror on the ones keeping up the shield, maybe they could have predicted what came next.
One by one, the shells flickered out, as if all of the mana within them had been drained away. As the magicians collapsed, the miasma flowed in. The men inside barely had time to scream before they melted into ash as well. The barrier of death shrunk back down, moving far quicker this time, snapping out of existence as if it had never been there. There, Miki stood in the middle of the field.
All of the grass around her in a massive circle was brown and dead. There wasn’t a single living thing within five hundred meters of where Miki was standing. She stood in a field of bones and ash. Even the insects and birds in the forest behind me had gone eerily silent as if this act had shocked the nature of this world. As for the five hundred soldiers, there wasn’t a single one remaining.
The king hadn’t been among these men. He was probably still waiting in his castle for good news. It seemed he had severely miscalculated Miki and her strength. I had as well. Miki casually lifted her head, her eyes falling on the city beyond. From this angle, I could see the city had fallen into panic. Women and children were fleeing out the other side, praying they could escape the incoming wave of death.
Miki started to walk toward the city, her stride unwavering. Her feet crunched on the desiccated grass, and it was the only sound that could be heard. I swallowed hard and then stood up. It was time for me to back my move. It would bring Miki home.