"Since that's the case, I'll take my men and head out first."
Alvariel didn't say much more. He just gave Ethan a long, meaningful look—then glanced over at Seraphina, Cicero, Kyros, and the others standing not far away. Without another word, he turned and left, leading his Archangel Legion away.
He wasn't about to pretend their legion hadn't played a part in this victory.
They'd fought hard, spilled blood, and earned their place in this war.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
The real turning point of this battle hadn't been the Archangel Legion. It had been Seraphina, Cicero, Kyros—and most of all, their lord, Ethan.
The four Crimson Ultimate heroes had joined forces and taken down the Sea King Maelthorak, who was already on his last legs.
And the cost?
Just a few regular units.
Not a single Ace Unit had fallen.
To Alvariel, that was nothing short of a decisive victory.
