It's over.
Finally... it's over.
In the darkness, Isaiah's body swayed, his vision growing increasingly blurred.
No, it's not over yet.
Isaiah forced his eyes open.
There's still... one last step.
He, who should have been at the end of his strength, somehow squeezed out the last bit of energy, standing up shakily, his heavy and hurried breathing like a machine on the verge of breaking down.
Isaiah straightened his body and looked ahead.
Aine Hagar was no longer there; that demigod's body had perished within his eternity, leaving only a pile of embers.
Thus, Isaiah had achieved an unprecedented feat — God-slaying.
No... not unprecedented.
Isaiah lifted his head, his gaze crossing over Aine Hagar's embers, focusing on his ultimate target, the eternally standing Final Gate.
