As Orson's final strike landed, the entire battlefield froze. A mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy washed across everyone's faces.
"So… this is death…"
Misius' broken form began disintegrating into particles, and a strange peace surfaced in his hollow eyes. He let out a sorrowful, final howl.
"I failed to protect my kingdom… I am the King of Sparta. I am the Roman War God. My will… shall never falter! Never fall!"
His desperate cry echoed into the starry night of Infinite Dimensions, marking the end of an era. One of the Era of Immortals' legends had finally fallen.
"Farewell."
Orson's expression grew solemn. He understood that good and evil weren't so black and white.
Misius and BlazeKing—both were merely victims of the sides they chose.
They became enemies by fate.
He withdrew the now-dim God-Slaying Sword as Misius, along with the remnants of his long-lost people, vanished into the eternal abyss.
Victory belongs to the living. The fallen descend into the void.