The flames of the destroyed Conservative Telmarian City continued rising high into the night sky.
Smoke covered the ruins while the screams of dying warriors gradually disappeared one after another.
Ethan walked slowly through the collapsing streets.
His clothes were soaked in blood.
Some belonged to enemies. Some belonged to himself.
The battle against Elder Varken had drained a tremendous amount of stamina, but Ethan still refused to stop moving.
The city behind him no longer mattered.
Its leader was dead. Its warriors had fallen.
And the faction responsible for Gor City's destruction had finally been crushed.
Yet Ethan felt no satisfaction. Only emptiness.
The cold wind blew across the ruined streets as Ethan stepped over corpses and burning debris.
Then—
A familiar light appeared in the distance. A teleportation gate.
"So there really is another floor above this…"
Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly.
