Everyone spoke up, one after another—though the Snake of the End was a Level 10 Strongman, it often faltered and grew nervous; after all, who here wasn't Level 10... except Levi.
In the end, Legendary Wizards and the barbarian warriors exchanged glances, and evidently, they had formed the most basic trust in the Snake of the End.
Emmon reached out his hand and said, "Welcome, Despair Sovereign."
The Snake of the End let out a long breath and replied, "From now on, just call me Mr. End. Starting today, I am no longer the Despair Sovereign."
...
One year later.
Nora Calendar 1596.
Nightmare World.
Despair Domain.
Beneath the crimson and black sky, the Snake of the End gazed at its territory below, and at the endless Blood Flesh Forest, resolve burning in its eyes.
Rumble!
As it abandoned its identity as Nightmare Monarch, the Flesh and Blood Mountains buzzed and trembled—Yermund's true name was fading away.
