The Curtain Falls! The Victor Is Decided (Part Two)

Drip!

A fine rain began to fall.

Raindrops slid down Gray's cheeks and merged with the filthy water.

Black boots trampled onward.

The blood on his Black Wizard Robe seemed to have soaked through, impossible to wash clean.

He walked across the battlefield of the last Wizard Force between the Primordial Land and the eastern Online Area.

Before him lay corpses that had fallen from the sky. The shimmering trails of witchcraft and the pollution of Particle Energy were turning this battlefield completely into a forbidden zone of the human world.

A hundred years was a lifetime for mortals, perhaps two generations.

For High-level Wizards, it was not long.

Gray stretched out his hand and touched the cold rainwater. He let out a sigh.

"It is finally coming to an end."

He was somewhat tired.

A hundred years of war.

The Primordial Land had been like a war machine, flattening one ancient Online Area Wizard Force after another, absorbing nourishment and growing into what it was today.

Only the soon-to-be-conquered headquarters of the Law Bell remained before it became the sole hegemonic Wizard Force of the Eastern Online Area.

Gray looked at the enormous shadowy structure in the distance. The flickering glow of witchcraft formations flashed on and off as streams of light flew out, only to plunge back down.

The dead Wizard creatures overwhelmingly belonged to the opposing force.

The defeat was already decided.

The Law Bell could not possibly be a match for the Primordial Land. It could not even withstand the offensive.

The Primordial Land was like a hungry wolf that had devoured enough flesh, blood, and nourishment to grow beyond all restraint.

His pale palm slowly opened. Rainwater gathered and formed a clump of seemingly solid condensation.

The next moment, it shattered. Countless fragments pierced deep