The battle slowly came to its conclusion, and Aengus merely observed from above.
The Dragonmen emerged victorious, and most of the credit went to the two young men and the young woman standing at the forefront of the battlefield.
They wore triumphant smiles, wiping blood off their gleaming Holy Weapons.
"Damn, I've reached level 90, guys. It won't be long before I become a Transcendental. If I achieve that rank before leaving this world, I'll be a Continental Powerhouse even in the Primal Realm, haha!" one of the young men exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.
"Ah, congrats, man. I'm still stuck at level 58," the other replied, a tinge of frustration in his tone. "Alas, my Unique Skill is nothing special. And we barely have two days left before we're pulled back from this place. I'll miss this heavenly world a lot."