A light shone through the surroundings with Eryke the Fourth as the source, covering everything around the place.
He felt warm energy that was circulating in his body. This energy felt so pure and untainted, almost as if he had gained nirvana itself!
All the pain washed away, and he felt like he was in heaven, a place of warmth and peacefulness. Even the sound of the rain completely stopped.
Eryke the Fourth felt like he was reaching nirvana.
At some point in time, the rain stopped, and the villagers appeared outside, slowly but surely, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes, their pupils focused on the destruction around Eryke the Fourth.
"Are they dead?" one of them muttered.
"I thought this old man was creepy and was up to no good," a woman muttered while feeling a shiver. "And it seems like my guess was correct. Luckily, that young hero saved us all."
"But is that young hero dead?"
"There is no wound on his body. It seems like he should be fine?"
