"Fucking finally. After all this shit, I want to take a nice long nap and have a bunch of sex." Zion groaned as he powered down, his muscles screaming.
"Did we do it? Did we win? We won, right? The battle is over?" Julian asked, his hands still up as if getting ready to prepare another spell.
"I can't feel his presence anymore," Drakoth admitted
"What a disaster. My kingdom is in ruins because of that bastard demon!" Zircon cursed as he punched the ground.
"Cheer up, my friend. It could have been a lot worse." Belwyn patted his shoulder and reassured Zircon, but that wasn't enough.
Everyone else took this time to catch their breath and relax, happy that the battle was now over.
"Son, you finally accepted the power," Zaleena said cheerfully.
"Yeah." He nodded.
Then that's when everyone turned their heads, their expression not of gratitude or happiness, but of conflicting emotions.
"You hold the power of a god. This means you're a divine apostle?" Drakoth asked
