It raised its almost decaying right hand and slowly placed it on its chest.
Following its motion, the undead on the ground also discarded their broken weapons.
They likewise knelt on one knee, facing the Holy Goddess in the sky...
No words.
No sound.
Only the constantly flickering Soul Fire and Uria's gaze, which suddenly became somewhat lively.
"Mother... Goddess... Divine... Crown"
Its voice remained monotonous and mechanical.
Yet beneath that, there lurked a hint of relief.
"Mother... Goddess... Divine... Crown"
Countless mechanical, dull voices slowly echoed, as the undead began to chant in unison.
Its decaying giant hand slowly lifted, and Uria drew a tree-shaped symbol on its chest with difficulty.
A stiff smile slowly appeared on its ugly face.
Then, a light gradually enveloped its body.
Its enormous body began to slowly disintegrate...
The radiant golden light slowly expanded, eventually transforming into scattering photons.
