Ingmar's body underwent special modifications in his youth, and years of battle had placed a great burden on it, compounded by some injuries after entering New Moon City.
Eventually reaching the critical point, even after recovering from his injuries, it was no longer suitable to continue fighting, so the hearty Demon Hunter had to bid farewell to his former life.
Even though he couldn't take on missions anymore, Ingmar would still come to the bar for a drink from time to time, but without the enhancement of special abilities, she seemed like an ordinary person.
Tired, drunk.
Vincent behind the bar greeted her, and a waitress helped the drunken Ingmar towards the door.
"She needs to start a new life."
Vincent placed the cleaned glass on the bar and spoke with profound meaning.
Roger said nothing.
He knew that he had now distanced himself from the common Demon Hunters at the bottom.
