Chapter 725: The pain of victory (II)
The destruction of the core tower of the Voidheart Fortress brought a silence so unnatural, that it seemed the entire world held its breath.
For a single moment, everything paused.
Then came the flood.
A wave of triumphant exhilaration surged through the hearts of the Graecian Legends—an overwhelming sense of victory, of justice, of vengeance fulfilled.
At the same time, the Vorometallicae forces fell into chaos. Their hearts, once burning with purpose and unholy conviction, now plunged into a bottomless void of despair.
The battlefield shifted instantly.
The core tower had not just been a building. It was a beacon, a nexus of energy feeding the souls and bodies of every Vorometallic warrior. Its destruction didn’t just rob them of strength—it crippled them.
Their souls screamed in pain as their direct link to the tower’s power was abruptly severed. What had once empowered them now betrayed them. Their internal channels surged with volatile feedback, tearing through their Soul Dimensions, disrupting energy flows, and destabilizing their very existence.
All across the battlefield, Voroes dropped to their knees, vomiting blood, and trembling as pain overtook discipline.
"KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE BASTARDS!"
Marshal Maximo’s voice tore through the chaos like a divine blade, cutting through hesitation and fear. His face was twisted with wrath—but deeper than that, with grief.