As the last Demon Race commander was cut into countless pieces by a resilient young man, covered with blood and scars, using a broken sword with missing corners, victory finally shone on his exhausted face, and also on the brave, dirtied, scar-covered, yet incredibly tenacious young prodigy who possessed a maturity beyond his years.
The victory was finally achieved!
They truly crawled out from hell!
However, these people who persevered until the final victory did not immediately enjoy the joy and fruits of victory, but instead turned to rush towards those comrades who had fallen due to injuries and fatigue.
After experiencing this war, no one understood the importance of comrades more than they did. If it weren't for these companions fighting side by side, no matter how talented and stunning they were, they would be nothing more than a thin layer of paper under the endless flood of Demon Race...
