THE END OF THE WAR/END PART FOUR

The supreme admin turned towards all the surviving admins, a wave of cheers and applause erupting from their ranks. Some even shed tears of relief and joy. Immediately, the supreme admin's voice cut through the jubilant noise. "Now I'm taking you all home," he announced, his tone carrying a hint of urgency, "we don't know how long we can still remain here."

With those words, Supreme Admin Andrew executed a swift teleportation, whisking all the admins away to the central hall of their base. The atmosphere shifted instantly as the wounded were quickly attended to, leaving only those who could still stand amidst the echoing hall. The supreme admin ascended the small stage, his gaze sweeping over the assembled admins.

"Today," he began, his voice resonating with authority and a touch of weariness, "we have won the war. But our role as admins is far from over. Before the appearance of the glitches, our duty was clear: to aid the players and maintain order within the game. However, with the emergence of the system bug, those tasks seemed to diminish in importance. But if you now believe your role is less significant, you are mistaken. Our ultimate goal remains the same: to ensure the players have the best possible experience, to make this a better game for all of us."

A fresh wave of applause rippled through the hall. Then, Saland stepped forward, positioning himself beneath the stage, his eyes fixed on the supreme admin. "Supreme Admin Andrew," he began, his voice clear and steady, "I, Haytham, Christy, and Shimmon have decided that for a while, we will no longer be actively playing. We wish to get to know each other in the real world, to strengthen the bonds between us on a more personal level."

As he spoke, Haytham, Shimmon, and Christy joined Saland, standing shoulder to shoulder. Haytham then added, "We do not wish to leave the admin group, but for a considerable period, we will likely be absent."

A faint smile touched Andrew's lips. "Of course, I accept your decision," he replied, his gaze softening. "Our fighting strength will undoubtedly take a hit, given that you four are very powerful admins. But at least," he added with a hint of practicality, "give me your phone numbers. If any emergencies arise, I will contact you myself."

Haytham, Shimmon, Saland, and Christy readily provided their contact information. "Thank you," Andrew said, pocketing the numbers. "I will only contact you in case of a true emergency."

Meanwhile, away from the central proceedings, Sylene and Crowar were engaged in their own conversation. "So, what did you do in the war, Crowar?" Sylene asked, her brow furrowed slightly. "I was on the front lines, but I didn't see you even towards the end of the fighting."

Crowar let out a melancholic sigh. "In zone 'C'," he began, his voice tinged with exhaustion, "I was practically the chief medical officer of a hospital. I had to bark orders left and right, with admins dressed as nurses running everywhere. It was incredibly difficult managing the constant influx of wounded. The war might have lasted ten hours in the VR WORLD, but it felt like an eternity in the mere two hours of real-world time. And then there was that low-level glitch that breached zone 'C'... if Rick, Sting, and Ken hadn't been there, we would all be dead. Those three are young, but remarkably strong."

Sylene clapped Crowar on the back in a gesture of camaraderie. "Well, you certainly had your hands full too," she remarked. "I had to eliminate a high-level glitch that could cut through practically anything."

Just then, Grimborg approached them, his expression grim. "I had to face a high-level glitch that could manipulate blood," he stated, a shiver running down his spine despite his stoic demeanor. "It was a formidable opponent, but not fast enough to match my speed."

Crowar visibly shuddered. "You truly faced monsters," he muttered, relief washing over him. "Thank goodness it's all over now."

After her conversation with Crowar and Grimborg, Sylene excused herself and immediately sought out Bruhsuperdoom and Benamoth. Without hesitation, she embraced them both tightly. The two young admins were taken aback, their eyes widening in surprise. They looked more closely at the woman holding them and exclaimed in unison, "MOTHER?!"

Tears welled up in Sylene's eyes and streamed down her cheeks. "I missed you both so much, my children," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"We missed you a lot too," Benamoth replied, his voice still filled with disbelief.

Bruhsuperdoom scratched his head, a confused expression on his face. "Tch... does this mean we're brothers?!" he blurted out. He and Benamoth exchanged bewildered glances, then pointed at each other simultaneously, declaring, "There's no way he's my brother!"

Sylene offered them a gentle smile. "Let's just say that Sharon and I erased your memories after an incident I won't go into right now," she explained softly. "But I am incredibly happy that you recognized me as your mother. I am one of your two creators, along with Sharon. It seems that some of your memories are returning, but not entirely. But don't worry," she reassured them, "when the time comes, you will be able to unlock your true potential."

As Sylene finished speaking with Bruhsuperdoom and Benamoth, the supreme admin Andrew's voice boomed across the hall once more. "Bruhsuperdoom, Benamoth," he announced, his tone filled with praise, "you two provided invaluable assistance in the final stages of the war. Your commendable actions saved many lives among the admins. As you all know, admins Kyofei and Georg tragically lost their lives in the battle against Goros. From this day forward, Bruhsuperdoom and Benamoth will join the anti-glitch team alongside Stenly and Anty!"

A resounding wave of applause filled the hall. Sylene embraced her sons again, her eyes shining with pride. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered.

With his announcements concluded, the supreme admin Andrew dismissed everyone to rest. The immediate threats had been quelled, but a familiar unease lingered in the air. As everyone knew, evil always lurked just around the corner, waiting for its next opportunity.