The sharp tip of the spear pierced through his body and went straight into his heart.
Blood slowly trickled from the corner of Viktor's mouth.
But he calmly watched Gwen, scrutinizing her expression.
A flicker of emotion finally crossed that calm and cold face.
It was a hint of disbelief and surprise.
"for……"
"Congratulations, you finally won."
As Victor lay dying, he activated his final magic.
Under his gaze, around him,
Countless crimson soul flames appeared.
They exist in different times and spaces, and in different cycles of reincarnation.
Yet, they also experienced the final scene where Gwen killed Victor.
Various fragmented yet hazy images flashed through Viktor's mind.
Different players, same fate.
A demon invades, and the viscount usurps the throne.
It seems that in this cycle of reincarnation, Viktor has only done this one such event.
Yet he felt as if he had experienced the same cycle ten thousand times.
Ultimately, this cycle of reincarnation led to the ending that Viktor was meant to have.
The final closed loop is complete.
...
The player has already left, and after Victor's death, quickly returned to the capital to claim the reward from the Queen.
Gwen was left standing alone in front of Viktor's body lying in a pool of blood, her eyes empty and her face expressionless.
She killed Victor with ease; the process was remarkably effortless.
But this doesn't seem to be the result she wanted.
She could have asked Victor more questions.
But... he died just like that.
He clearly succeeded in overthrowing the regime and almost gained the Karencia Empire.
But he died so simply.
And that sentence.
'You finally won.'
She didn't get any answers.
The knight's lance in her hand dissipated into a faint golden light, while the golden light in Gwen's eyes intensified once more.
Even though she had already eradicated evil, she felt no satisfaction.
She wanted to leave.
Prepare to leave this magically formed, crumbling castle.
But at that moment,
"…Gwen?"
A familiar, yet hesitant tone trembled as it echoed from afar.
It was as if the owner of the voice dared not acknowledge her.
Upon hearing this voice, Gwen froze, and the golden light in her eyes seemed to freeze as well.
She turned around and looked at that familiar figure, a figure she could never have imagined would appear in reality.
For some reason, that purple hair turned white again.
But it reminded her even more of the figure in her memory.
So familiar.
The golden light of justice was thus somewhat diminished.
"elder sister?"
However, the response they received was not the clichéd scene of the sisters recognizing each other.
Instead, it was Kevlar's trembling voice, filled with disbelief:
"You take Victor."
"Killed?"
Sometimes, the gentle breeze left behind by a butterfly can do just that.
It blew in from afar, little by little.
Even the slightest trace left from the past is enough to stir up a calm storm in the future.
Just like it is now.
Gwen stood there, her eyes vacant and lost.
Like a soulless shell, it lingered in the shimmering light of collapsing magic.
But the sound of a heart breaking,
The sound was deafening.
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