Broken stood frozen, gripping his spear tightly.
The entire battle, the endless struggle — it still felt unreal.
And yet, the system notification that appeared before him left no doubt.
They had done it. They had killed Focalor.
Even as the notification lingered in his vision, he dismissed it, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He scanned his surroundings carefully, making sure there were no more surprises.
Alora was still on her knees, bracing herself with her sword. Her breathing was labored, and the glow of her Golden Paragon began to fade into nothingness.
Moments later, Broken's own Golden Paragon vanished as well.
Nearby, Ivana approached Alora, her dragon wings shrinking and folding back into her body. Without a word, she bent down and helped the princess to her feet.
And then, Ivana pulled Alora into a gentle embrace.
