The rulers watching through the viewing orb couldn't speak at first. The image floating before them was clear, stable and undeniable, yet every instinct screamed that something so impossible did not just happen.
The Hallow, an absolute cage forged by the enemy, was breaking apart under a single boy's strike.
Francis, the Beast Chief, finally exhaled a shaky breath. His voice came out low, almost reverent.
"He actually did it… he actually destroyed the Hallow."
The Elf Queen remained still. Her blindfold hid her eyes, but the quiet smile curving her lips was enough to show everything she felt.
Calm pride. Relief. Vindication.
Genevieve didn't bother with calm.
She spun and flung herself at her brother, nearly knocking the emperor off balance as she wrapped her arms around him. "Brother, it's finally over. We finally won."
