When Kaierben led Water-Drawing City's army through the portal and appeared in Minas Tirith, arriving in the district that had been reduced to shattered walls and rubble, still continuously collapsing from the earthquake—
Though they had mentally prepared themselves in advance, they simply could not believe their eyes.
"What... happened here?"
The Blackstaff mage, who likewise had not slept a wink for fifteen days due to commanding and fighting, stared wide-eyed through bloodshot eyes, surveying the unfamiliar scene before him.
Yes. What had happened here?
Was this still the White City they remembered—the most prosperous and beautiful city in the Northlands, the crown of the Northlands that made all who came never wish to leave?
Gone.
Other than ruins blanketing the ground and Zelandia warriors who had fallen into eternal sleep—
Nothing was left.
Was Levis still alive?
At that moment, the Chosen of Magic was overwhelmed by mixed emotions. Because of Xia Lan Veloss, his feelings toward Levis—the Silver Dragon who had descended from the heavens and won the goddess's hand—were somewhat complicated.
Yet after all these years of acquaintance, even this "old monster" who had in truth lived for over a thousand years felt nothing but heartfelt admiration for everything that Silver Dragon had done in the Northlands over the years.
For a time, he simply could not accept such an ending.
"Kaierben, he's... in the sky. So he had been fighting something like that all along?" His wife, Laeral Silverhand, said in horrified astonishment.
As one of the Goddess of Magic's seven daughters, she possessed a measure of divinity and could see far more.
Before her stretched an ocean of glowing motes, flowing upward against the current like a golden waterfall.
Toward the heavens, toward the starry sky, trailing after their lord.
Kaierben abruptly raised his head