"Victory belongs to the Dragon Group!"
"Victory belongs to the Molten Iron Tribe!"
"Victory belongs to the great Master of Red Wings!"
"......"
The eastern sky was just tinged with a hint of dawn, the sun yet to rise.
But on the Quenching Highlands, amidst fervent shouts piercing the morning mist and soaring into the clouds, this protracted campaign finally declared its unequivocal conclusion with the complete victory of the Molten Iron Tribe.
"The Earth Vein Symbiotic Pool... very good, its scale has expanded more than tenfold since before."
In the most central area of the stronghold, securely protected, Galos once again saw the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar Earth Vein Symbiotic Pool.
It was completely different from how it looked when abandoned in memory; now the Symbiotic Pool had expanded more than tenfold in area.
