Seizing the moment while he was still conscious and not yet too badly injured, he guided his Spiritual Power to touch the badge, and golden light swallowed him whole.
Three streaks of golden light flared one after another, and three people vanished from the battlefield.
Duke continued forward, and along the way he ran into more people.
Some didn't even dare look at him; they triggered their badges from far away and left on their own.
Some formed small groups of two or three, trying to band together against him, but as expected, all of them were personally sent away by Duke.
Duke stood at the center of the battlefield, sending his Spiritual Power outward one last time.
Across the entire Ancient Battlefield, only he remained.
He lifted his head and looked toward the sky.
The lead‑gray clouds slowly parted, revealing a sky he had never seen before.
It was not the gray‑white firmament of the Broken Land, but a deep, shadowy blue, as if dyed through by some unknown substance.
