The Beast Tide had come to an end.
But the war was not truly over.
Even as the battlefield fell into uneasy silence, it wasn't yet time to be returning home.
Guards stretched across the land, and patrols were dispatched without pause.
As long as Demonic Beasts still lurked in the wilds—and as long as Demonic Cultivators still drew breath—there was always the chance of another sudden strike.
Yet despite the vigilance, something undeniable spread through the Desolate Heaven Empire.
Relief.
News traveled faster than one could think.
The Demonic Cultivators had been defeated. The Half-Qilin—leader of the Beast Tide—was dead.
Cities erupted into celebration. Sect grounds echoed with laughter mixed with exhaustion.
Mortals knelt in gratitude, cultivators breathed freely as they no longer needed to worry about Beast Tide.
They had won.
Along with the relief came something else.
Names.
Stories.
Legends in the making.
