With the destruction of the One Ring and the eruption of Mount Doom, everything returned to its proper course.
Sauron and his empire were completely destroyed. Mordor collapsed, swallowing everything.
At the same time, the inexplicable no-fly law of this world was lifted. Fang Zheng and the others could finally set off again—at last, the girls breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, this is where we part ways."
Standing before the Lightning, Fang Zheng nodded to the old King, Gandalf, and the others. After the One Ring was destroyed, the girls had immediately and impatiently launched the warship, flying straight to Mordor. At first, the soldiers had been frightened and uneasy at the sight of this enormous object descending from the sky, believing it to be some horrifying creation of Sauron's. Fortunately, Prince and the others quickly stopped the soldiers from doing anything rash.
"What a pity. We wanted to prepare a grand banquet for you."
Gandalf looked at Fang Zheng with a smile.
"After all, you are the hero who saved this world."
"I just happened to be there and lent a hand."
Fang Zheng shrugged.
"If you yourselves had not chosen to resist, then whether you lived or died would have been beyond my control... Look, you made your choice and got the result. It's that simple. Though I really would have liked to stay for the banquet..."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng gave Aragorn and Faramir a half-smiling look. Truthfully, he was rather curious about Gondor's transfer of power afterward. In the original story, Aragorn had turned the tide and thus become the universally supported King of Men. But in this world, Faramir had held Minas Tirith, while Aragorn had merely played a minor supporting role. So who would become Gondor's ruler this time? Fang Zheng genuinely