Several years later.
Dimogegen had long since endured his suffering.
Though he had recuperated for several years,
the brutal blows and torment had left him in a dispirited state from which he still could not recover.
Both heads looked like eggplants withered by frost.
Not a trace remained of their former vitality.
It seemed
his condition would still require a long time to fully recover.
Meanwhile, in a distant world,
the vast, protracted war between the Gith Empire and the Mind Flayer Empire
had finally, with the passage of time and the deaths of countless lives, gradually entered its final stages.
Now, with Flames of War spread across the land, if someone were to travel to every corner of the world,
they would easily discover
that in this world,
the ruins left behind after battles could be found in practically every region.
From all manner of corpses abandoned in the wilderness to broken walls and shattered ruins beneath the earth, in the deep sea, across the plains...
As far as the eye could see,
regardless of what they had once looked like,
they were now all wretched scenes of utter devastation.
The countless traces within them made the cruelty contained in war abundantly clear...
The reason for this
was that neither side—the Gith Empire, slowly rising like the morning sun, nor the Mind Flayer Empire, at the height of its glory like a scorching sun—was any easy opponent.
Each possessed enough power to effortlessly crush every other force in the current world besides the other!
Thus, the stalemate created by two tigers locked in combat was naturally especially brutal.
This was particularly true now that the God-Bestowed Scroll had been lost on a semi-permanent basis, and the Gith Empire had lost its chance to gain an overwhelming advantage...
At the