"His defense is not infallible! If you hit his face, at some point he will die!"
Fathoran roared with rage, redoubling his attacks.
Elio: 74 - 5 = 1 / 68 Armor.
But Elio continued, determined to transmit everything he could.
Elio: 69 - 5 = 1 / 63 Armor.
"Don't be intimidated! His mana is almost depleted!"
Elio: 64 - 5 = 1 / 58 Armor.
The soldiers murmured among themselves, the information spreading like wildfire in a dry field. Elio saw the doubt in their eyes replaced by a spark of hope as he received small cuts from his opponent's sword.
"You can advance on your own!" Elio continued, blocking another of Fathoran's attacks. "You don't need a leader to decide your fate, not even me!"
Elio: 59 - 5 = 1 / 53 Armor.
Fathoran, his eyes bloodshot, shouted, "Of course they need it! God designed it this way! Without a leader, without me, they will all perish!"
Thank you for making it this far, to the climax of the first arc of the novel. I hope you enjoyed the ending as much as I did. I would truly appreciate your feedback to help refine the story and consider changes for the next arc.
I'm also in the process of editing the earlier chapters to improve them gradually, as the pace of publication has made thorough revisions challenging, even with daily 16-hour writing sessions...
Since I'm dumb and also want to make a lot of characer images.
My goal is to provide you with the best possible experience, whether you decide to revisit the story one day or as a new reader dives in. So once again, thank you for sticking with me this far, and I’d love to hear your thoughts. I hope you enjoyed the journey!
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