With Juan’s every step, the ground beneath his feet seemed to be crumbling down.

Juan’s mouth was dry like the desert and grains of sand flowed down through his hair. The city was flooded with sand and the bodies scattered everywhere had no meaning. All the blood, screams, aspirations, pain, fear, and joy that had once been part of the city had all turned into a meaningless desert.

Amidst all this, Juan stood still—it was as if he had become a stone statue in the middle of the desert.

Sina Solvane was lying in the middle of this desert.

Juan had given Sina his essence. The essence granted some of Juan’s power and abilities to Sina, but it did not grant her immortality; after all, even Juan himself wasn’t immortal.

A dry sandstorm blew into the city. Amidst this sandstorm, Juan was the sun that was burning red. Everything around him had miserably dried up in the wake of his blazing flames.

Everything had turned into ruins.

“Dismas.”

Juan blankly looked up. Dismas was restoring his own vitality by squeezing out the lives of all the living things around him and turning them into dust. He desperately wanted to die, but the gods that had descended into his body did not. The gods yearned for life, destroying everything around them.

Juan’s expression twisted even more upon...