Ten years later, New Livania.
Ashton was on his usual stroll around the city, meeting familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones. It took a while for the scars left from their battle with Kro'Han to heal, but a decade later, everything seemed to have fallen into place.
"Everything seems so peaceful now," he mumbled, fidgeting with his reconstructed arm.
Ten years' worth of battles had scarred his body thoroughly, but none of the injuries came close to that night ten years ago. Ashton shook his head to forget about the hurt and continued on his way.
On his way to the city centre, he came across the Orion recruitment centre and smiled. Their alliance with the Orion Empire was going as strong as ever.
The Emperor had even invited Ashton and his allies to his wedding with Verina a couple of years ago, where they were given honours and hailed as the galaxy's protected.
Well, there you have it, folks! I know the ending is rushed, and as much as I didn't want to do it, my declining health fucked my plans (as usual).
And to make up for it, I'll be publishing some side stories which you'll hopefully like. And yeah, that's it. I don't have much to say other than what I already did in the previous chapter.
So... Yeah. But if I'm being honest, I'll miss writing more of Zompirewolf for a while. Hopefully, Chimaera's Conquest will fill the void before I start writing TRoAP: Primordial Conquest.
Hopefully, I'll see you all in the next one! Peace!