They had won. They had defeated destruction.

The Empire held a grand celebration to commemorate their victory.

“We have triumphed!”

“To the hero!”

“To the immortality of the great Empire!”

People in lavish attire reveled in joy, drinking and feasting. Taesan was among them, quietly observing the festivities.

“Oh! Our hero is here!”

Badre approached Taesan, his face flushed from drinking.

“Once again, thank you! Because of you, our world is saved!”

Badre raised his glass, and others cheered, lifting theirs as well. The warmth of celebration enveloped them.

As the noise began to settle, Taesan asked, “What do you …