The players who had rushed to help the moment they saw the plea on the forum now looked puzzled, turning toward Little Mage as he returned across space.
When they first arrived through Space Leap, their nerves had been taut.
They had prepared to face an overwhelming torrent of the Dark Tide.
But the terrible scene they had imagined, of black clouds pressing down on the city and Evil Spirits filling the sky, was nowhere to be seen.
There was only the Spirit Breath Race's army, assembled in a defensive formation.
Just as they were about to follow the Spatial Rift to reinforce Little Mage, they suddenly sensed intense spatial fluctuations.
They turned around, ready for battle.
Instead, they saw a towering, hundred-meter blood-colored figure descend across worlds, his dark gold Battle Armor gleaming, the bony spines on his back radiating a chilling menace, a divine sword wreathed in purple lightning resting lightly in his palm.
The countless players who had crossed space exchanged bewildered looks.
As the players stood there full of questions, the blood-colored figure standing in the sky lowered his head slightly.
The murderous edge and ferocity in his dark red vertical pupils instantly faded, replaced by a trace of awkward embarrassment.
Little Mage's voice reached every player who had come to help through the Region Channel. "The battle... is already over."
With that, he released the Sword of Destruction, its purple lightning glow slowly receding into his body. "Thank you all, my fellow villagers, for crossing worlds to help. I'll have the finest rare Spirit Food prepared in Spirit Breath City shortly. Please come into the city with me and rest. Help yourselves to everything, free of charge."
The top players froze again.
None of them had expected that desperate plea for help to end like