The dark sky was gradually illuminated by the light of sunrise, as the battle approached its end amidst the ruins at the center of Brilda.
The once prosperous city-state had undergone successive catastrophes, with the two-kilometer radius of the central district reduced to rubble and ruins. Even outside the Holy Astore Barrier area, twisted streets warped by the aftershocks could still be seen everywhere.
Smoke and dust continued to permeate the air.
But as Hesintos was thoroughly defeated by Loren, the entire world seemed to finally welcome a brief moment of peace.
Lanci stood on the ruins outside the barrier, looking down at the wreckage underfoot.
His black hair was blown by the morning wind, like a triumphant flag fluttering in the air.
"We won."
He removed his silver-white mask and took off the hood of the pope's white robe, revealing the deep gray collar.
