The sea monster landed with a heavy thud.
He then dropped Shir on the altar stone ground beside the corpse of God Raashim. He didn't say a word. He simply let go of Shir like a broken object and stepped back.
Shir groaned. His body was barely functioning, broken in more ways than one. His limbs twitched weakly as he looked around, trying to make sense of where he was.
Then his gaze landed on the body beside him.
God Raashim.
Lying face-down, completely still. His once-glorious Spirit Body had turned mortal. His skin looked pale and drained, his eyes shut tight as if refusing to see the world any longer.
Thick golden blood had dried around his lips, and the few remaining drops still slipped from the wounds on his chest and back. The Immortal Blood would evaporate before it falls to the ground. Slowly, the blood was just vanishing into thin air.
There was very little blood left in him now. His entire vitality had been eaten away.
