"Such an ending may be filled with literary flair, but it's hardly a Happy End."
Shiayar just casually stretched out his hand towards the sacred spear that trembled incessantly at the dome and spoke.
"So, trust me, Ennie."
"From beginning to end, have I ever disappointed you once?"
Upon hearing Shiayar's words, the trembling of the sacred spear halted instantly.
Deep within his soul, the resistance stemming from the sacred spear contract also vanished.
Then—
After a breath's fraction of a moment.
The sacred spear fell.
...
This scene resembled the end of the Third Era in Escarnia, where Shiayar faced Vortigern's army of monsters in the Valley of the End.
However—
This time.
The target of the sacred spear was not Vortigern and his army of monsters.
But rather, Shiayar himself.
Boom—
The sacred spear tore through the atmosphere, raising a storm in the silent Eternal Night.
