Chapter 1007: Did You Say Trump Card?

Skullius hadn't quite been able to keep sharing the expansive vision of the Attegoth while fighting in a battle of this caliber.

However, what he saw now, as the shards of Old Folks' Campfire flew in all directions, summarized what had just happened.

The sight he saw featured several people flying off in different directions, away from what remained of his glorious Graceful Monolith; a torn half of it, detached from its brilliant, visually engaging canopy.

Skullius saw Vali and Maxim, gravely injured in one direction, Shannazah and Kudobtu seemingly fleeing in another, and Ashema soaring up with half a functional body.

Their opponent, was of course, the calm old woman standing on the surface of the lake the Attegoth was growing from, looking at its doomed glow with an expressionless, frighteningly wrinkled face.

Frightening indeed.

It seemed the shattering of the Territory had drawn the attention of Skullius' defenders.