Once the Undead Lich King vanished, silence followed, and the violent battlefield below suddenly felt incomparably quiet.
Jacob then slowly turned his head toward a particular direction far beyond the horizon, and a faint flicker of interest surfaced within his ghostly eyes, but it vanished just as quickly.
Thereafter, he lowered his gaze toward the battlefield beneath him. The Death Grave-Sealing Dome had already been half-destroyed by the Undead Skyfall's divine spell, and nearly one-fourth of the undead army had been annihilated by the aftermath alone.
The remaining undead were fleeing desperately in all directions, abandoning the battlefield entirely, as the Corpse Wyvern Lord and Axe Bone Tyrant had long since escaped.
Upon the shattered remains of the underground sanctuary, countless survivors stood frozen in shock. Both the Life and Dead Faction survivors stared blankly toward the sky.
