In the world of the theater on the brink of collapse, countless golden beams once again rose up.
With the guidance of the dragon vein of the Northern Country, the heroic souls of the empire who descended upon this place began to retreat, detaching themselves from their roles' shells, transforming into streams of golden light ascending into the sky.
The Emperor has already fulfilled his long-cherished wish and returned to reincarnation. Among the heroic souls, some choose to sleep again, waiting for the empire's next call; while many others choose to follow in the footsteps of the Emperor, welcoming their own true end.
But just like those who were taken away by the Elf Rabbit before, these warriors' withdrawal also requires time.
And that is precisely what they lack the most.
The savagery on the face of the Evil Dragon Ancient Emperor had already calmed down, replaced by an extreme coldness, belonging to the indifferent hunter.
