The gunfire and cannon blasts from the east continued without end.
Looking up at the flickering "spark" in the night sky, Rock Fang stood beside a raft and murmured to himself.
"...It's still not over?"
Could something have gone wrong?
Just as he was growing increasingly agitated, a raft drifted out from an alley to the east.
Seeing the man standing on the raft—a centurion under his command—Rock Fang's heart leaped into his throat.
The raft reached the shore.
Before the trusted subordinate stepping off the raft could steady himself, Rock Fang grabbed his shoulders and urgently asked,
"How did it go? Who won?"
"The New Alliance won... They've already taken the command post," the centurion answered at once.
"What about Gold Fang?" Rock Fang pressed on. "Where is he? Was he captured?"
The centurion swallowed.
"Dead!"
Rock Fang: "Are you sure?!"
The centurion nodded vigorously, his voice tense.
"Sure! I saw it with my own eyes! A New Alliance shell went through a hole in the wall, then there was an explosion inside... Not only was Gold Fang blown to death, but those Apostles the Torch Church sent were blown up too!"
Hearing that, Rock Fang finally relaxed and couldn't help clenching his fists.
"Excellent."
Seeing the delight on Rock Fang's face, the centurion who had personally seen Gold Fang's corpse wore a somewhat complicated expression.
That tyrant was dead.
The war was finally over.
However, it had ended in their defeat.
Although the New Alliance had promised that they would be treated differently from ordinary prisoners, it did not change the fact that they were prisoners.
As for what the future held...
Perhaps only heaven knew.
Noticing the complicated expression on his subordinate's face, Rock Fang realized that he seemed a little too happy at this moment.
So