The ground trembled beneath Kaito's feet as the body of the Master of the Abyss was flung to the winds.
An otherworldly silence settled on the battlefield, a heavy hush that was in jarring contrast to the explosion that had just subsided.
Kaito stood, his breathing labored, his sword still quivering with the residual energy of the killing stroke.
The weight of the moment was so overwhelming that it was more than he could bear—he had battled so long and so hard, but was this truly the end?
He surveyed the landscape, he looked over at the burnt and destroyed landscape, mangled stone and charred corpses scattered everywhere.
The black tentacle filaments which had wrapped themselves around the air space before were gone, leaving nothing but the tattered remnants of the conflict behind.
The sky above, once impossibly heavy with the crushing darkness of the Abyss, now looked peaceful—the clouds parting just marginally, allowing the thinnest trickle of light to seep through.
