Imu's decrepit body was severed in two by that golden streak, blood scattering like rain.
He was immortal, after all—not invincible.
His withered, deadwood-like remains slowly fell into the sea, raising an inconspicuous crimson splash amid the waves.
This tyrant, who had sat atop the Empty Throne for eight hundred years and toyed with the fates of billions in the palm of his hand, had finally died before the world in the most wretched manner.
Only then did the people, stunned by the shocking scene, finally come to their senses:
"He's dead!"
That mysterious being, as terrifying as a god or demon, had ultimately died at the hands of Garen, the Knight of Justice.
Although most people had never even heard Imu's name, at that moment, they all came to the same realization:
"We won!"
"We won!"
Thunderous cheers swept through all of Marine Headquarters.
The scene of the war's end was broadcast across the entire world through the Den Den Mushi livestream, and the joy of victory spread throughout the seas.
Garen descended from the sky back onto the ground, immediately drawing countless fervent gazes.
He had just ended an old era, opened a new chapter, and personally forged a legend.
The Den Den Mushi's lens followed everyone's gaze and settled upon the man at the heart of that legend.
At that moment, Garen became the focus of the entire world.
He had always been good in front of cameras, smoothly handling news interviews and reporters' traps alike, yet for some reason, he found himself at a loss for words now.
After all, this was a moment destined to be recorded in history.
At the very least, Garen had to say something worthy of a textbook quotation, some famous line that future students could use in their essays.
However,