"Done!"
A faint clanging sound rang out as Hector slowly slid the pure black sword back into its sheath.
It felt kind of badass to him at that moment. He glanced at the body, covered in thousands of shadow cuts, bleeding nonstop.
Verda's severed head lay beside his body. His hollow eyes stared at the sky, filled with a hundred questions—why?
Soon, the corpse slowly dissipated into the void.
Hector spat and turned his attention to the energy tower. He walked toward it, then casually swung a mana slash, cutting the tower in half.
[Congratulations! Your team is the winner!]
[You will be sent to the second match.]
[Countdown]
[10]
[9]
…
[2]
…
[1]
After opening his eyes again, he found himself back in his territory.
Hector yawned and looked up at the night sky once more. Then he checked his mana.
