High above the ruined castle, Zane and Zayne silently floated in the night sky while watching the aftermath below.
In Zayne's grip, Priest Paul no longer had the composed fanatic expression from before. His face was pale, trembling with panic and disbelief after witnessing the defeat of the Abyssals he worshipped.
And the ones who defeated them…
Were none other than Prince Ron Volkov, Princess Lia Isolde, and their companions.
Zayne quietly looked toward the castle beneath them.
"It's finished… for now."
Beside him, Zane calmly watched the glowing remnants of dark mana fading from the castle.
"Hm."
"But in three years…"
"Ron, Lia, and the others will meet them again."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"When the Abyssal outbreaks begin."
Zayne slowly looked toward Paul again.
A sinister smile spread across his face.
"So…"
"What do we do about this thing now, boss?"
Zane smirked faintly.
"What do you think?"
That answer alone made Paul start struggling violently.
