Then he withdrew his gaze and looked down.
The once-vast Kokorodo had been reduced to Brettis alone.
Looking down from where he stood, Bret—
tis now looked like a precarious little skiff on the sea, liable to capsize at any moment.
"Ah!"
Kuta sighed inwardly.
They had come here to be heroes.
He had never expected things to end up like this.
Although it was all Imu's fault, Cocoludo had only ended up this way because it had been caught up in their troubles.
Fortunately, everyone could move to Gus.
At that thought, Kuta breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head to glance in the direction Flying Dragon had disappeared.
"Whatever you are, I'll send you straight to hell when the time comes."
"Eight hundred years, perhaps even longer. You've lived long enough. It really is time for you to die."
Kuta withdrew his gaze and vanished.
"Did we win?"
In Brettis, countless people watched Flying Dragon leave, then collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with the relief of having survived.
Then they all turned toward the white-clad figure who had appeared atop the city wall, their eyes blazing with the fervor of fanatics.
It was him. Just as the explosion was about to engulf Brettis, he had appeared in the sky. Like a god descending from heaven, he had swept his hand out, opening a rift in the sky that swallowed every blast wave threatening Brettis.
That figure, standing with his back to them as he faced the towering explosion.
It seemed to have been imprinted on their hearts and carved into their souls, something they would never forget for as long as they lived.
And now he had driven off the evil dragon that had nearly destroyed Cocoludo.
"Hero!"
"Hero!"
"Hero..."
No one knew