"Avery, you traitor! I curse you! I curse your soul to sink forever into the deepest depths of Chaos Hell after death..."
Beast Origin World, an unnamed plain.
Avery quietly watched the opponent he had fought for centuries get dragged by chains into a pitch-black sealed space. Beside him, Richard waved his Staff and closed the seal.
"It's over." A faint smile appeared on Richard's face as he turned to Avery. "The Fusion Party's upper ranks have now been completely purged. Your society shouldn't have any troublemakers causing problems anytime soon."
"Yes, it's over," Avery said softly.
When Richard first met Stasin, he had Ulysses follow him. During the years Richard spent studying the Beastlands and Baal's bloodline, Ulysses had seen virtually every high-ranking member of the Fusion Party.
After the Order Bureau was established, with the intelligence Ulysses had gathered, the Fusion Party's upper ranks were almost completely wiped out overnight.
Only Stasin, the party leader, had escaped to the Beastlands.
Now that Stasin had been sealed away, the Fusion Party had naturally been swept into the trash heap, becoming an inconspicuous line in the Four-Eyed People's history books.
"Your old rival has been sealed away. Shouldn't that be something to celebrate?"
Seeing Avery's rather dejected expression, Richard asked in puzzlement.
"It is worth celebrating. But before Stasin and I became enemies, we were friends for several thousand years. And..."
Avery did not finish. Stasin had differed from him in ideals. Stasin wanted to abandon the common people, while Grigo and he had refused to do so. Yet regardless of their ideals, they had ultimately all been fighting for the future of the Four-Eyed People.
But now, the Four-Eyed People had lost their freedom.
Was this future... truly good?
Richard did not know the tangled thoughts in Avery's heart.