Back at Auland's battlefield, the sunlight had once again broken through the dark clouds. As the sun shined down on the battlefield, sounds of cheering filled the battlefield.
The endless torrential rains, which had washed away the humans' hope, stopped. The floods that covered the capital dispersed. When the Evil God's priests were no longer able to hear the summons of their master, the Queen of Storms, the Sea Tribe collapsed and fled even faster than expected.
After tossing their weapons into the air, the human warriors tossed themselves down onto the muddy ground and laid there enjoying the simple feeling of having survived. Not far away on the streets of New Kagersi, elderly folk hobbled out of their homes and gazed at the sunlight they hadn't seen in several years. The joy of victory filled everyone's hearts.
