Alex stood alongside the bloodied swordsman, the hazy shroud of teleportation enveloping the figure as soon he would be teleported to receive healing before being sent back to the prison from which he had been taken.
As the poison from the dragonkin lady coursed through Alex's body, his face paled, yet it held a smile as he awaited the cosmic thunderclap he had yearned for over the years.
As seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, doubt began to creep into his mind, with dark thoughts whispering in the corners of his consciousness, questioning whether what he did was enough or not.
After moments of silence, A thunderclap louder than anything Alex had ever heard resonated through his being, lasting for a few short instances that felt stretched to be minutes.
It wasn't just a sound but a cosmic proclamation, an acknowledgment from the world law that reverberated through the very core of his existence.
