Through the thick dust, the two figures slowly became visible.

The black outlines began to regain their color, and their forms became clear.

At the sight of this, the faces of the two who had rushed from each faction showed mixed emotions of joy and sorrow.

The rough breathing, the contorted faces.

White hair scattered in disarray. The severed right arm was rolling on the ground, and the earth was soaked with blood.

The sharp blade was aimed at Kalen’s beard.

The clean blade of Caliburn, imbued with sharp mana, shone dazzlingly just from being seen.

“Are you conscious now?”