Evan sank to the ground, leaning back against a broken tree stump with a weary sigh.
Around him stretched a landscape of ruin: scorched earth, splintered trees, and the remnants of a once-vibrant forest reduced to smouldering fragments.
'Can Arthur reverse this?'
The question lingered in his mind as a wave of exhaustion washed over him, making it nearly impossible to keep himself upright.
"Artemisia's boost is gone, my limit break has gone off and so has BoD.
Damn…my body feels like a wreck."
Drained of nearly all his energy, Evan could barely keep his eyes open.
Even if he'd wanted to harm Idrilla's soul earlier, he realized he wouldn't have had the power to do it.
Still, he allowed himself a small, tired smile. Because in the end—
"…I'm the one who got the final hit, huh?"
Indeed, he was.
[Level Up] x25
Evan's level was 653. Idrilla was 750. She was exactly 97 Levels higher.