Even now, he still struggled to fully keep pace with everything happening around him.
After enduring a long and merciless war...
The end had finally come.
And now, all of them would part ways and walk their own separate paths from this moment onward.
"We'll meet again sooner or later."
"The future is preparing more wars for us... wars even crueler and more savage than these."
Frey spoke, drawing every gaze toward him.
His words sounded almost like a prophecy being recited before them.
War was inevitable.
But this time, its sides remained unknown.
Who would fight whom?
Who would stand against whom?
Enemies existed everywhere.
And overnight...
The ally of today could become the enemy of tomorrow.
As everyone silently watched the final moments of Planet Earth, they found themselves hoping that when they met again...
They would still stand on the same side.
At last, the war finally ended.
The Empire emerged victorious.
