"It is not that I wish to oppose Canaan Moore, but rather you all have chosen to oppose me, Anfa."
Friends who once enjoyed pleasant discussions in the South Ridge became indifferent due to the early departure of one, and ultimately stood face to face against each other because of their overlapping expansion directions.
Even the increasingly cold Ian could not remain entirely unaffected by personally killing someone familiar, especially since until the end, Anfa, fighting in the body of the Dragon Maiden, held no resentment, but rather a sense of relief.
"Why be off by a bit? You need to be more precise when dealing with others."
With a smile, the green-haired Dragon Maiden clutched the ice Magic Sword that pierced her heart tighter, forcing it deeper and more accurately to sever her life: "This world is really boring... Ian. At least you were willing to go to war, to fight, to chase your dreams, whereas I lost that desire long ago."
