The war had stopped.
The battlefield was silent, its chaos replaced by the eerie calm of aftermath. The air still carried the faint scent of scorched qi and disturbed earth.
At the heart of the ceasefire stood the Giant—a towering figure of strength and authority. With one gesture, he ordered the remaining forces to stand down. No more fighting. No more bloodshed.
Apollo, the former threat, was now unconscious and restrained, carried back by Adam like a defeated trophy.
Now, in a luxurious mansion nestled atop a floating mountain hovering above the Abyss Floor, Tyler and his companions were finally catching their breath. The mansion, a relic from another era, was massive, with towering pillars, floating lanterns, and walls laced with mana threads humming softly.
The Giant had made a surprising decision: he would not recapture the slaves who had been released during the battle.
