Up in the sanctuary, Rubedo watched the exchange through the primary monitor. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he observed the fourteen broken humans groveling in the dirt.
'You sold my life to buy your crowns,' Rubedo thought, leaning back into his obsidian throne. 'Now you get to experience the exact same helplessness you forced onto me.'
Rubedo dismissed the primary monitor with a flick of his wrist. The projection of the fourteen shivering Earthlings vanished into the dark architecture of the sanctuary. The war was officially over.
Aethelgard, Tarnstead, and Morval Dynasty had fallen, Gildreath Empire had surrendered, and the entire fourth continent belonged entirely to the Red Spiral. In addition to that, more than half of the second and third continent also belonged to him.
Although he had promised to share the land with his vassal gods, whose followers contributed the most, Rubedo still had the most land to rule over.
