Just like a God of War, he remained standing with his back straight and his hands overlapping on the hilt of the sword that was stabbed into the ground.
His all-mighty gaze swept over the people he had come to cherish more than his life, prompting them to destroy the leftover skeletons to the very last one.
Only after the war ended did the people come to check on Ninam.
They gasped, seeing him not breathing.
He was found to be dead whilst standing.
He was a true hero; none could deny that.
Thereafter, the war 180+ years ago plaguing the Far West came to an end, and peace returned to the five kingdoms that became one under the righteous leadership of the Great Sun.
The story came to an end.
The granny called Karina closed shut the book and exhaled a sigh.
'Ninam sacrificed himself for the world. But only a hundred and fifty or so years after his death, three of the five kingdoms waged war against the Sun, his homeland. How shameless!'
