Demon Realm, the place where the Palace of Pride had stood.

The palace that had soared high began to collapse with the destruction of the altar.

Oren’s Constabulary, who had been fighting right below, merged upward with us at our signal.

If you were on the palace’s topmost floor as it fell, you would have to brace for severe injuries, but near the light there was no impact beyond a gentle sense of floating.

As the collapse accelerated amid the screams of priests and monsters inside the palace and the fierce flow of esper waves, Cheondongha, worried the thunderous quaking might strain my eyes, blocked my view for a moment.

Back in Plmago, because it happened in a palace already reduced to ruins, we didn’t feel much of a shockwave, but now, without Henohe’s self-detonation, we could feel that a colossal force had moved.

‘For a while, the Demon Realm will retain the residue of power the Seven Deadly Sins left behind.’