At the top of the building, the God of Vengeance stood beside Durin, the middle-aged man with a hint of curiosity: "I thought you would be very proud, after all, you ended an era. From today onward, the ecosystem beneath your feet will welcome a new era, an era without evil gods."
"What's there to be proud of?" Durin looked at his own hands: "I have gained power far stronger than before, but now I can't even hold a mace."
The sun was setting in the west. Although this tavern had been seated, nothing had begun for it, no electricity, no resources, not even AI waiters ready.
Akhar was trapped here by his memories, just like his colleagues.
Their souls were extinguished by Durin's own hands. From today, they would only exist in history books.
"What are you looking at?" he asked Durin.
"Looking at this city that exists in history, in my past life, this city was very different from what I can see on the map now." Saying this, Durin stood up: "I have to go."
