"It seems their peace isn't quite up to the mark."
Huai Shi withdrew his gaze in disappointment.
When Gu Xin's corpse shattered and fell from the sky, it emitted a thunderous roar.
Before it even hit the ground, countless bright flowers quickly grew from the rapidly decaying carcass, shattering along with the pieces, scattering innumerable pure white iris petals through the air. The sweet fragrance permeated, making the blood and warfare seem dreamlike.
"Truly beautiful."
Hercules, who was sharpening his sword with his head bowed, looked up and praised, "As a display, having a beautiful place like this as a final resting place isn't bad at all."
"The Great Priestess... is it?"
Gala nodded knowingly, neither frustrated nor angry at the momentary setback,
Such a level of struggle, to him, wasn't even considered an appetizer.
Merely a 'warm-up'.
Just like a host passionate about hosting banquets.
