This war had lasted less than a month, and during that time... Messiah had felt rather like a wealthy young lady.
"Captain, I picked up an Epic Necklace. Want it?"
"An Epic Necklace isn't worthy of our captain! The Twilight Ring of the Lord of Gray Mist! A Legendary Ring... Captain, we're not even going to roll for it. Just take it."
"You... should still roll for it."
Messiah looked at the party members gathered around her on the magic net screen and rubbed her forehead with a headache.
The Holy Army had been fighting the gray mist on the Rift Battlefield for quite some time now. The expeditionary force was currently ranked twenty-seventh on the merit leaderboard.
In Messiah's view, that was already a very respectable result, and today marked the final step of the campaign.
The Lord of Gray Mist. If this battle were recorded in the holy scriptures, it would surely be one of those epic tales where winning the war saved the entire world.
Yet the war had gone far more easily than Messiah had imagined, mainly because the morale of the Holy Army under her command had remained high at all times.
"Are you fighting the final lord?"
Herolia came over at that moment. She had spent this period pioneering content with the Foya Adventure Team and occasionally came by to check on the expeditionary force's progress.
"The Lord of Gray Mist is almost out of health. Where are you, Lady Herolia?"
Messiah led her expeditionary force atop a massive circular platform, one large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of adventurers.
The enemy they faced was an enormous dragon.
Having a dragon as the final lord of the Rift Battlefield was rather fitting for a novel's ultimate conclusion.
Messiah had heard that there were