After days of relaxation and just living peacefully, the most awaited final battle arrived one morning.
Not gradually.
Not gently.
It announced itself.
We were all awakened by the sudden explosion from the forest.
It wasn't just loud.
It was the kind of sound that felt like it punched through your chest first before your ears even processed it.
The entire Zethara shook.
Walls trembled. Windows rattled. Even the air felt displaced.
Like someone grabbed the world....
And shook it just to make an entrance.
"…Of course," I muttered, already moving.
I immediately swung my legs out of the bed and rushed outside, equipping my armor mid-run. The familiar weight settled over me like instinct kicking in before fear had the chance to.
No hesitation.
Just movement.
I headed straight to the clock tower to check where the exact location was.
And the moment I saw it...
I froze.
Then...
Fury.
Pure. Instant.
The monument in the forest… to commemorate the fallen players...
