Chapter 62

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

He walked out of the palace, stepping onto the corpses on the ground as he looked outside to the world he had destroyed into ashes. Countless bodies covered the ground, and blood stained the brown soil—black smoke mixed with the white clouds in the sky as the destruction continued. Abbadon's army continued to ravage through the world without any remorse. They killed and destroyed everything in their path until there was nothing but the result of their destruction. Ezekiel was satisfied this time. The destruction quenched