Chapter 398: The Fall Of The Capital
BAM!
With a violent shove fueled by raw strength, Carl pushed the massive, crumbling stone wall pressing down on them to the side. The heavy debris crashed away, throwing up a thick cloud of dust. He walked forward, looking around nervously, staring at the apocalyptic destruction before him.
The once-glorious capital of the Sword Empire—a pinnacle of military architecture and martial pride—was now a smoking, leveled graveyard. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear the agonized screams of people, and desperate cries for help echoing from beneath the rubble. Carl slowly moved his gaze across the destroyed Capital, staring at the dead bodies strewn all over the place, his expression turning unspeakably grim.
Behind him stood Cupcake, her fur coated in gray ash, and the remaining members of the Ghost Guild, all staring at the catastrophic destruction in absolute disbelief and shock. Their safe, structured world had just been violently shattered.
"Don’t just stand there!! Help!!" Hayatobi snapped at them, his authoritative voice cutting through the trauma as the God General instantly shifted into crisis management mode, his aura flaring to lift fallen beams.
"Big... Big Sister."
Grace said in a low, trembling voice, completely ignoring the General. She pointed a shaking finger at the sky above the smoke clouds. There, Mirabella stood high in the sky, completely untouched by the blast. She was holding Bella’s severed head with so much devastating care and heartbreaking gentleness that it stunned all of them into absolute silence. The sheer contrast between her apocalyptic power and this fragile display of grief was paralyzing.
"Big Sister!!" Carl yelled into the sky, his voice cracking with desperation, hoping Mirabella would hear him through the atmospheric turbulence.
They all watched as Mirabella slowly turned her head, her glowing eyes staring down at them. For the very first time since they had met her, they saw tears. Mirabella—the undefeatable Captain, the ruthless strategist, and the reigning champion of the glory flag competition—was crying. The golden light surrounding her felt heavy, steeped in an unbearable sorrow.
They all stood completely paralyzed, watching helplessly as her physical body started glowing with a blinding, transcendent light.
"Big Sister!! Wait!!" Carl yelled in pure shock, his instincts screaming that something final was happening. His golden wings violently burst out from his back, and without a second of hesitation, he shot into the sky like a comet to reach her.
"I am sorry."