Asmodeus didn't feel everything was over, although Serena managed to seal Mephisto; he couldn't help but doubt it. The battle and dangers he struggled through for the past year, soon he would reach his next birthday...
Yet as he rolled the black box in his palm... He couldn't help but remain uneasy.
"Is this really the end, Serena?"
"Mmmn?"
The makeshift bedroom full of several women's scents remained quiet with everyone sleeping. Tired. Spent after completing their arduous tasks, now all that remained was to start building the nation, which would accept any race that accepted their laws and views.
Grigor's army pulled back, with Alan remaining at the outpost village, ready to head south in case the mainland humans invaded, as expected.
