Bruce wiped the blood off his blade as he looked around the destroyed sanctuary.
The god's presence had vanished, leaving only a strange emptiness behind. He turned to Kyle, who stood silently, his gaze on the space where Moras had crumbled into dust.
"Young master…What happened? Where's Moras?"
Bruce hesitated.
Kyle didn't take his eyes off the crumbled remnants of the altar.
"It's taken care of. Moras will never be able to come back… ever."
He said quietly.
Bruce let out a long sigh of relief.
"Good. That's… that's good."
But the moment didn't last.
Bruce straightened, his face darkening with concern.
"But… is this fine? You just sealed a god. Won't that have consequences?"
Kyle finally turned to look at him.
"It will. But those are the consequences we want. Sooner or later, those pests would've tried to invade this world again. Now, we've made our stance clear."