Two beams of golden light descended. Max appeared on one side of the central arena with Dragonheart at his waist, his white hair falling calmly over his shoulders and his expression unreadable.
Ervin appeared opposite him with his black spear in hand. His body had been mostly repaired by the Eternal Hourglass, but the exhaustion in his aura had not fully disappeared.
After fighting Damian to the brink and then breaking himself against Revona's Null Origin Tide, even someone like Ervin could not return to perfect condition so quickly. Yet his eyes were still deep, steady, and abyss-like, as if the broken gate behind him had only sunk deeper after every defeat and victory.
For a few breaths, neither spoke. The Divine Realm watched in complete silence.
Then Ervin looked at Max and smiled wryly. "It seems the final battle has become strange."
Max raised an eyebrow slightly. "Strange?"
