THE excruciating pain grew even more, physically and mentally. Eleand’s bones started to crack as his mouth vomited blood. His head would explode if he couldn’t withstand the pain, his heart beating like it would come out from his chest. The memories of the past where Airoh was there continued to play inside his mind…
Airoh knew his magic was fading. But he still teleported to be back in Erganiv. The wall barrier was nearly complete. It would close anytime soon. But he would take his revenge on the murderer who ruthlessly killed Ayil and Azahel.
Then he recognized Elohim, drinking with Israfil—the newly appointed ruler of Argia. The two were celebrating, maybe because the war had ended. They were beside the ruins of an obelisk.
Elohim gaped when he noticed him, particularly to his bloody hands holding the dagger.
“Sire, you’re back!” Elohim raised his glass, and for some reason, his hand quivered.