The war is over.
Jeming stood at the edge of the temporarily built gigantic teleportation array, looking back at the land behind him that had already become unrecognizable.
The originally gray and white wasteland was no longer there.
In its place were countless deep ravines, black rock layers formed by solidified lava, and bizarre crystal-like terrains created by the repeated washing of energy aftershocks.
In the sky, the four "suns" had disappeared, leaving behind only a few slowly healing spatial cracks, like permanent scars on this plane.
This war, which lasted for several months, ended just like that.
The forces deployed by both sides exceeded three million, and considering those mechanical bodies and biological weapons used as cannon fodder, the number of deaths likely must be calculated in hundreds of billions.
And all of this began and ended merely because...
Of a single sentence from an Eighth Level Wizard.
