Byron's body fell toward the ground below, but before it even hit, it crumbled into ashes and vanished into thin air. The black fog that had blanketed the entire Umbral Peak Sect slowly faded, revealing a dark, battered landscape that no longer looked like the end of the world.

"The Patriarch is dead? Just like that?" Monty muttered to himself.

He threw down his sword and tried to run, but Andrew slashed his blade down, blocking the only path Monty could take.

Monty let out a painful grunt