As the Clay Emperor vanished from the world, so did the figures wreaking havoc within El Dorado. Peace quickly returned to the golden city as the mayhem stopped abruptly. Manon, who was fighting the Right Guardian, watched with regret as the clay god crumbled away like fading sands in an hourglass.
"Rest well, my brother…"
Holding onto his spear tightly, the ancient man held back his tears as the world he once knew disappeared before his very eyes.
On the other side, Ellahan was shifting her head frantically, trying desperately to find any trace of her missing lover. Her emerald eyes gradually turned misty as she couldn't gather any sense of Leon's mana signature, and she feared the worst.
But as the golden city turned into sand, a crack in the fabric of spacetime formed, and a familiar warmth tickled the young Saintess's skin. Holding back tears, she rushed over to welcome the fatigued blonde-haired Hero, who tumbled out of the crack with a heavy expression.
