Going Home ( 297 )

The battlefield was silent.

What was once an army of 120,000 was now reduced to wreckage, fire, and corpses.

The ground lay torn apart, craters from mana explosions littering the area, while the air thickened with smoke and the stench of burning flesh.

The forces of the Saint of Three Gods no longer existed.

And yet—

Javier still stood.

His breath was ragged, his hands trembling from the overuse of mana.

But his eyes still burned with fury.

He was ready to keep going.

He wanted to keep going.

Because in his mind—this war wasn't over yet.

Then—

A soft cough broke the silence.

"Ahem."

Javier felt a sudden shiver run down his spine.

His rage-filled mind snapped back to reality.

Slowly, he turned his head.

And there stood his father.

Garius's eyes met Javier's, his expression calm, firm, and absolute.

"Javier… that's enough."

Javier froze.