On that day, in the moment when the Black Dragon who weaves the story died.
A black comet appeared in the night sky above Crown Hall, tracing a large arc. From the east to the west. At the same time, the crushing pressure on their shoulders seemed to vanish as if it had been washed away.
"The atmosphere... has changed."
Those who had just finished a fierce battle felt it instinctively. The Mad Mage had won. The Black Dragon was dead, and we—had won.
"...I guess we did it! I guess... he did it!"
"Hmph, with what I did, there's no way it wouldn't succeed."
"Well, considering that, your mouth's even curling into a smile, O Dae-Soo."
- Excessive sexual activity can sometimes be fatal to health.
