Amidst a smoldering ruin.
The Dragon Clan, the Fallen Angel Clan, and people from Middle Earth Academy City all gathered around Owen, showering him with greetings and praise.
Owen responded to each of them, and then the Holy Token markings around his hands dissipated into thin air like smoke.
The mission to defeat the Pyrothrone Kingdom was now complete.
Owen took a deep breath, allowing his tense nerves to relax slightly.
"Owen, are you alright?"
At that moment, Leslie arrived with Seraphina, looking at Owen with a concerned expression.
While others marveled at Owen's feat of vanquishing a god-tier mage, Leslie was more concerned about the cost he had paid. How was he really holding up? After all, that had been a god-tier mage.
Seeing the worry on Leslie's face, Owen smiled slightly.
"What could be wrong with me? Just a bit exhausted. A little rest, and I'll be fine."
