"So this... is power equal to a Sanctuary Knight?"
Ryan was shaken. Just a single sword strike had slain the demon giant.
The crown had already returned to Ryan's hand. With the fall of that blow, the heroic spirit Gonzalves had also fallen into slumber. This was exactly what the Amethyst Archmage had warned: the artifact had only its final remnant of power left.
Without Ryan's Stag Blessing, the spirit would have dispersed immediately after unleashing that sword strike. Even the crown itself would have shattered, vanishing into eternal death along with the continent of Exnir.
With the death of the demon giant, the cultists fell into terror and began to flee in all directions. Furnace City erupted in a tidal wave of jubilation.
"We've won!"
Riding his warhorse with his knightly retinue, Ryan passed through Furnace City. Everywhere he went, eyes brimmed with fervent admiration.
