Chapter 287 - 240 : Aftermath (1/2)

A few hours after the fight ended, absolute silence governed all corners of Astria. People were holding their breath and hoping for the best, there were no more earthquakes or bright lights coming from the Human Continent's direction so some of them started celebrating earlier than the rest, thinking that the threat is gone for good.

It was only after the shrouded sky became clear and the sun rays illuminated their cities and homes did the inhabitants of Astria cheer in joy and relief.

The only place that didn't celebrate was the MoonStar sect, Arthur's whereabouts were unknown and the poisonous fog and the radiation covering the area where the Human Continent was, couldn't be avoided or resisted. One of the undead dragons tried to enter it but unfortunately ended up turning into black ash within a few seconds.

After witnessing this, Anastassia didn't send any scouts to try and scavenge that area, it has already been marked as a forbidden ground by everyone, entering it means death.

Even the bright sun that hangs on the sky couldn't extinguish the poison or illuminate this area, it was cloaked by thick dark clouds and a fog that blocked anyone's view, even a God would have difficulties surviving more than a day in there.

A day passed yet Arthur didn't come back, which made Anastassia and Jackob worry, thinking that he may have perished.

The Alien Race that invaded the Eastern Continent remained in hiding, not showing themselves even after the catastrophe passed. The World Tree didn't act against them and remained as peaceful and silent as ever, not showing any reaction to what happened.

On the dusk of the second day after the catastrophe, an enormous grey dome enveloped the Human Continent, or what little land remained of it. The dome didn't let any of the fog get out and trapped every living being inside, some people tried to forcefully break in but ended up going home after reaching no favorable results.

The appearance of the dome was but the beginning, on the dusk of the third day, heavy rain poured in all corners of the world, bringing with it a gloomy feeling as it was way different from normal rain. What dropped from the sky weren't merely droplets of water but grey ash, it didn't cause plagues or diseases but it still made people feel uncomfortable and a bit fearful.

Fortunately, the grey ash fell for merely an hour before it stopped, nonetheless, it still surprised everyone as it's the first time such a thing occurred.

As days peacefully passed, stories about the catastrophe started going around, reaching the ears of every Race, whether it was a kid or an elder, they surely heard it from their relatives or friends.

The story wasn't particularly detailed, neither didn't contain the whole truth but the people were, nevertheless, amazed and grateful for whoever managed to eliminate the beasts and save Astria.

Mercenaries would often talk about the fight and the man who killed the Divine, children stories were invented and tales were told about the catastrophe. Unlike the previous one, which was ten thousand years ago, there were almost no casualties since prior evacuation was done, and just like there were joyful people, there were those about losing their homes, fortunes, and lands.

The Western Continent is heaven compared to the central continent, with the bottomless abyss with purple fire eternally burning in it, or the poisonous fog, the invisible radiation that could kill a God within a day, the center of Astria is no more a place for the living, even Gods can't trespass.

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After five days passed, a poem very popular amongst the bards was written, the source was unknown but it became famous in all three continents. Whether it was Demons, elves, beastmen, or Humans, they all enjoyed the song and would hire bards to sing them in the banquets and weddings.

No one would know it yet but this poem will be forever engraved in history, it'll be passed along for thousands of years, the generations of the future would not forget what happened, they cannot, not after what occurred that day, not with the obliteration of a whole continent.

Enchanted by the Incoming doom,

flowers that could no longer bloom

Skies cloaked by brume

Ash colored rain wetting the dome

Devoid of souls yet so lively, a place of life yet so deadly

With the rising sun, did they come