Upon annihilating the remnants of the alien beasts, he then headed straight towards the empty city square.

A moment later, rain started pouring down from the clouds. Zeis didn't pay it any mind and continued to walk towards his final destination.

A quarter of an hour later, he have finally reached the center. The used to be crowded city square have now become desolated, filling the entire place with dreary silence.

Zeis looked around for an attached stoned bench to take a little rest.

"Haaa..." He sighed with a frown on his face. While looking down at the dirty trimmed grass bathed with the mixture of green and red blood he pondered.

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"Is this really my fate?" He asked to himself as he grasped the heavily damaged sword in his right hand. Looking at the tattered sword he bid his goodbye "Thank you, you've done enough. Now take a long rest, Pleiades."

As he finished his sentence, the sword broke into tiny fragments of light [CRACK] [BREAK]. He saw through the entire process of his sword disintegrating into tiny particles of light.

Zeis eyes followed through the last glow of his with a mournful gaze until it completely vanishes.

With his hand now empty, he felt that one of his limbs were torn apart with his beloved swords departure.

In the slightest bit of moment the entire place felt like a gravitational force which can even crush a building into smithereens suddenly descended, an inauspicious sign of their descent.