Whether for good or evil, Isendilan was monumental to the dragons.
Not only was he a duke, but he was also the first non-royal figure to reach the Legendary level within the past five thousand years. His death represented the end of an era.
Theron and Olisa froze for a while before leaving without looking back. Isendilan was dead. The future he'd promised was now a fantasy, and everything they did was meaningless.
The Wild Beastmen retreated like a tide as well. They'd lost all will to fight.
Felina stood dazedly, staring at the mountainous dragon corpse. As a dragon, she didn't regret killing Isendilan; she just felt sad.
No matter how strong one was, no one could escape the fate of death.
