It was over.
Jackson had kept his promise and protected Ethan until the very end, while Luna managed to suppress the curse at the perfect moment.
The presence of a King-level tank knight had changed everything.
It gave them the overwhelming force they had desperately needed from the very beginning.
Jackson himself did not look tired in the slightest despite fighting monsters the entire time.
Luna, on the other hand, felt utterly exhausted the moment she finished suppressing the curse.
Unlike knights, mages lacked physical endurance and stamina, making them far more vulnerable to exhaustion.
As for Ethan—
He was still asleep.
Unconscious after being forced to hear the voices of the dead once more and experience their suffering, sorrow, and fury.
Ever since arriving in the world of Ordeal, Ethan had already begun adapting to pain in all its forms.
Pushing his body beyond its limits.
Enduring wounds and injuries of every kind.
