The Ogre Emperor died in record time.
Not "wow that was efficient" record time. No.
This was "the system probably needs therapy after witnessing that" record time.
I didn't even step forward.
I sat.
On a rock.
Arms crossed.
Watching my life choices unravel in real time.
The Ogre Emperor roared, shaking the entire chamber, armor clanking like it was announcing its own boss music.
Back when it was me, Kael, Zeref, Keiji, and Luna?
This thing was a chapter. Sweat, rotations, near-deaths, screaming cooldowns, emotional damage.
Now?
Glenda lifted her staff calmly, like she was ordering tea.
"Go," she said softly.
And hell answered.
Skeletons burst from the ground like they'd been waiting for this exact moment their entire unlives. Armored, sharp, coordinated.
They climbed the Ogre Emperor. Literally climbed. One latched onto its leg, another stabbed between plates, a third used its shoulder as a foothold like this was parkour.
The Death Knight followed.
