Volume 9, Epilogue
The blue sky was painted black by smoke rising from the ground.
The clouds were so eroded that it was impossible to navigate, and the wind carried a strange odor that alerted people to something strange.
A great number of corpses were lying on the ground, the source of the disaster.
Grudge, despair, lamentation, and the corpses tell a variety of stories. Among them, the most prominent one is probably fear. The number of corpses shedding tears and reaching out in the direction of their hometowns is unimaginably large.
Ravens, in search of food, descend to the ground. Pecking and scurrying to the next meal.
In front of such a pile of corpses, a masked king sat alone on the ground.
“It looks like it’s over.”
A large cloud of dust is seen drifting away in the opposite direction.
With the entry of the Steichen Republic into the war, the flow has completely returned to the side of the Grantz.
The Six Kingdoms seemed to have chosen the path of retreat after their commander was wounded.
“All that is left is for her to do well, and there will be no problem.”
Hiro looked around and saw Luca nearby, holding up Hugin and keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings.
Around them was the “Raven Army,” an elite force of men in black armor.
Finally, Hiro looked down at his feet.
――Three Five Emperors of the Spirit Sword were thrust into the ground.
The tremendous high spirits could be felt in each of them. Each and every one of them showed a strong will.
“…Skaaha, your pledge is fulfilled.”
The three Five Emperors of the Spirit Sword disappeared when he held up his hand. They disappeared from the world without a trace.
Hiro stood up and looked to where the Grantz army was waiting.
“Liz, there’s only one.”
Hiro turned his back to Grantz’s army and began to walk.
It’s an endless, mind-boggling journey to wherever it leads.
The wind blew his cloak, piercing the air, and the autumn breeze caressed his cheeks.
“――The only one that remains is the Flame Emperor.”