"For eleven thousand, six-hundred years we have fought against the Grimms, billions died, but today everything ended,"
"As the supreme commander of humans, I declare the war is over," said Supreme Commander to millions of people gathered in front of us, who cheered as they heard those words.
It had been three months since I killed the big Grimm, and since then, we have been hunting all over the world in the ruins, realms, and vestiges. They were hiding everywhere but reached them and killed the bastards.
I am sure, we have not finished killing all of them, only an idiot would be sure of that, but I know we have killed more than 95% of them.
The rest will be killed, too; as we might have officially said, the war is over, but hunting teams are still searching for them, and they will keep searching for years till every Grimm is dead.
