The sun was beginning to dip behind the mountains, painting the sky in soft oranges and fading blues, when a deep and thunderous roar shattered the stillness above the battlefield.
It wasn't just any roar.
It was loud, ancient, and commanding—echoing across the air like a king giving an order.
Every dragon that was still circling the skies suddenly stopped, their wings stiff and eyes glowing. One by one, they turned away. Then, like waves pulling back into the ocean, they started to fly away—retreating into the distant skies, disappearing behind clouds and mountains.
All the guilds stood still, watching in confusion. Some flinched, some shouted, and others just stared, unsure if it was truly over.
On the floating stone platforms, many fell to their knees, their bodies shaking, arms heavy, and minds barely able to think straight. Mana had been drained, stamina almost gone, and even the strongest could feel the toll the day had taken.
