Hoo~
Alan pounded his chest and exhaled a deep breath.
He looked at the scorched, barren ground in the distance, a complex expression in his eyes.
Morost, the eternal villain of the Elf Race, was finally dead, and it was self-destruction. Originally, this should have been a cause for great celebration, but he couldn't feel the joy.
Whenever he thought of the suffering the Elf Race had endured for nearly a century, his heart was filled with hatred, not just for Morost, but for the root of all this evil, the Evil God, Slaanesh.
"Your Highness, the Elf King, are you okay?"
Eastern Cloud Sea flew over, expressing concern.
"I'm fine, Mr. Dongfang."
Alan shook his head.
"That's good to hear."
Eastern Cloud Sea looked towards the intense Tier Six battle in the distance and said:
"This war is also coming to an end."
