Mergo vanished with Maria and Lawrence, leaving Frey and Snow behind.
As soon as the Ultras' party disappeared, the place fell quiet and empty again.
Staring at the spot where the old drunk had faded, both men kept silent for a while—until Snow scratched his hair, realizing something important.
"Did we… come all this way for nothing?"
He glanced at Frey, who sighed, unable to deny it.
"I guess we did."
An alliance with Mergo and his people would've been good for them. If they'd gained allies inside the Ultras, it could've strengthened their hand .. a first-ever pact between the Empire and the Ultras, uniting all human power.
It would have been ideal: humanity under one banner against the demons, as should have happened long ago.
But, as usual, both sides failed to agree, and no alliance was made.
