Blood Butterflies that had sprouted from Arao's body encased her like cocoons, burning within the thunderous flames for several days.
The three Black Flood Dragons had long been torn apart and were now scattered across the surface of the lake; the Barrier that loomed over the lakewater finally dissipated.
Beyond the lakeshore, outside the mountains, lay a thousand forests, desolate and sere.
Arao felt as though she had been trapped in an interminably long dream, filled with numerous bizarre and grotesque scenes of the mortal world lunging at her with bared fangs and claws.
Countless inexplicable, cacophonous voices scolded her in her mind, violently jostling her thoughts before swiftly shattering and sinking into the endless depths of the sea.
Her world appeared to have ruptured into a massive hole, from which blood as thick as ink surged forth, drowning her completely.
