The End

At that moment.

Gilan suddenly sensed something.

He turned and looked in Andeya's direction.

At some point, the sky over there had been blanketed by a vast expanse of dark clouds, spiraling inward as purple-white lightning flickered in their depths.

Faintly, a massive red alchemical array could be seen emerging amid the clouds.

Countless spirits circled and danced above Andeya.

Even from dozens of kilometers away, Gilan seemed able to hear the wails drifting over from that direction.

Rumble!!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared within the distant dark clouds, creating an overwhelming spectacle.

"I wonder how Madam Macara's battle with the 'Red Duke' is going..."

Gilan murmured.

He shifted his gaze to the side and saw the noble girl, Lemei, unconscious in the grass by the roadside.

The aftershocks of the battle had been too much for her frail body to bear, and she had passed out on the spot.

Gilan had a feeling that this film was about to reach its conclusion.

He stepped forward, picked Lemei up, then chose a direction and left the area.

A short while later, he carried the girl to a hillside, found a relatively level patch of ground, and laid her down.

He himself remained standing, gazing toward Andeya and keeping constant watch over the events there.

At some point, the dark clouds above Andeya began to unleash lightning in a frenzy, accompanied by torrential rain.

From Gilan's position, the town seemed to have been veiled behind a murky gray curtain, impossible to see clearly.

After a while, Lemei woke up.

She was startled at first, then sat up. When she saw the blond young man still standing beside her, the anxiety in her heart finally eased.

"Mr. Gilan, where are those red-clothed alchemists?"

Lemei asked.

Without taking his eyes off the distance,