253 CHAPTER 250(Yang Shen)
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CHAPTER START---
"That should be far enough..." Yang says. Looking back toward the tunnel that leads to the upper floors. Feet firmly planted in the grassy battlefield of floor 18.
Hearing The Angel moving, uprooting trees and crushing boulders far in the distance across the safe zone he gives his allies a few more moments to get away. Confident that it would only take Thalie and Finn minutes to get out of the dungeon.
Turning around he sees The Angel walking toward him, head tilted to one side as it studies him, blatantly staring at his glowing white metal hand.
Three meters -ten feet- tall and glowing a similar white, the piercing blue eyes stand out, but Yang only sees red.
Clenching his fist and gritting his teeth.
'You took everything from me one...never again!' he declares, all in his mind, still careful not to say too much since the entire world is watching.
FWOOM!
His Mage Armor ignites, darker blue flames, crackling with arcs of purple lightning, bouncing off his body and to the surrounding ground. His glowing white Elemental Wheel still stands out, as do the red markings all across his body, because no matter what they'd always show, even through his clothes and armor.
He hears a strange crackling, looking at the grassy field between them. The two hundred meters between him and The Angel shifts from green to black almost instantly. But his eyes could see the details, the wave of heat created by his sudden flaring of Mage Armor instantly incinerated all life on this floor, tilting his head he looks past The Angel, through the path of destruction it created when he threw it all the way to the lake.
Well, the chasm, because what else could he call a suddenly bone dry lake.
Even the stone walls surrounding this floor were dripping, molten rock running as if it were wet paint.
"Guess I need time to get used to being level-9..." he mutters. "But now isn't the time for restraint!"
'Lightning Bolt!'
He throws his hands forward and releases a five-meter thick solid pillar of lightning, the term 'bolt' suddenly no longer appropriate.
The Angel reacts in time and dashes to the left, flapping its wings and soaring above the floor to rush him.
'Ice Dragon!'
Yang can see The Angel's eyes widen in shock, the monster could feel the scorching heat even against its Arcanum-laced skin. Already surprised his magic could even hurt it, but the sudden appearance of a gargantuan, twenty-meter-thick eastern dragon, entirely made of blueish glowing ice, surprised it.
"Gotcha!" Yang cheers, a massive grin on his face, taking absolute pleasure in this violence.
The blistering cold shocked The Angel, stuck in the jaws of this creation it felt the ice trying to break it open.
'Of course his ice can survive his heat,' it thought, its mind rapidly learning since Thalie first engaged it. Becoming a better warrior by the second.
Placing a hand on each jaw it pries the mouth open and slips out, already a hundred meters above the ground just before the dragon begins a full dive and slams into the floor.
The Angel hovers above the battlefield within the screen of white caused by the dragon self-destructing. The cloud of ice quickly melting without Yang's intervention, but still blinding.
'Fire...he needs the blue fire to fly,' it thinks, quickly turning as if on a swivel, looking out and listening for a blue blur.
'Hng!' The world becomes a blur as The Angel feels hands wrapped around its ankles.
Yang had soared through the ice using wind and grabbed its, his flames igniting once his hold was secure.
'Firestorm!'
The dungeon becomes a blazing oven the next instant. Raging winds and blue flames merge to bring about complete destruction.
Within the inferno The Angel was surprised it could feel pain from this attack. Crouching down to bring itself closer to his face while he still held its ankles.
CRACK!
A strong right to Yang's cheek, it retracted its fist for another. And another, and another. Dozens of hits.
And the small bruise caused would always heal before the next hit could land.
And he never stopped smiling. Yang was staring with absolute hate in his eyes.
The Angel felt a jolt of fear, panicked, and reached down with both hand. Thumbs pressed into his eyes trying to gouge them out.
"ARGH!" Yang releases its ankles and swats the hands away from his face.
The Angel takes the opportunity to spin in place and dropkick him with both feet to the chest.
Yang only descends a dozen meters before he's staring at it with bloodshot eyes. To the horror of The Angel and the spectators, they can see in real-time as his bloodshot eyes rapidly heal, becoming the mud-brown pupils in a sea of white once again.
Yang rockets forward with his right arm cocked back, a sphere of water forms around it as his Firestorm completely stops, focusing his magic on the rotation weapon. A smaller version of his Hydro-Drill that killed Nergigante.
On his left is a mix of Earth, Lightning, and Fire, creating a magma fist with crackling purple bolts dancing around it.
BANG!
He knocks The Angel out of the air, the moment it hits the floor it immediately recovered. Rolling a few times in the molten rock before flapping its wings and jumping backward. Barely avoiding his stomp which lands at its previous position.
The molten floor moves like waves on the ocean. A six-meter high wave of lava spreads out from Yang in every direction.
The Angel can't see him, and in the next moment, he pushed through the wave and was reaching toward its face with a lava-covered fist.
The molten rock all around wasn't a concern to The Angel, it didn't have his magic, it was a byproduct of him existing on this floor, but the lava on his hand was worrying.
BANG!
Its right wing wraps around it and takes the hit, a small crack forming, barely noticeable.
A dozen hits later and The Angel is on the defensive, desperately using both its wings as shields. They barely had any time to heal between attacks, damage carrying over from hit to hit.
"Just die!" Yang screams, stomping the floor.
The entire floor shakes, and a pillar of lava rises below The Angel.
The lava erupts like a geyser, burning The Angel and knocking it into the air.
But before it could even get any real height Yang reached into the geyser, not even feeling any heat during this entire fight, and grabbed it.
Dragging it by a leg out of the geyser and slamming it face-first into the floor.
Taking a small leap forward he plants one foot in the small of its back and another in the ground beside it, sinking ankle-deep into the completely liquified stone floor.
Pressing down with both feet he turns his foot in the floor just a bit.
CRACK!
The ground splinters and cracks as suddenly, one moment the entire safe zone is melting.
And the next its literally snowing.
The lava floor freezes solid, enhanced by his magic to be stronger, with The Angel pushed halfway into it, half its head submerged.
Using his magic in the obsidian floor to enhance it and lock The Angel in place, two massive thrusters appear on his shoulders and press him down against its back, as if he were trying to snap it in half.
But no, he knew he couldn't do that, but he could do the next best thing.
Seeing The Angel clawing at the floor and his ankles, slamming its hands into the floor and trying to push itself up and away from him, he reaches down and grabs the wings.
Then, he pulls.
Standing at his full height he pulls with all his might from near the base of each wing.
"ARRGGHH! FUCK! C'MON!" He yells. Every vein in his body swelling and building as his face appears to be the image of rage. Pulling every drop of strength he can to the surface in this one moment.
CRACK!
"AHHHH!" Yang howls as both wings shatter at the base, tearing chunks out of The Angel's back where they connected, as if a piece of a statue had broken off.
Seeing the Arcanum already trying to repair itself Yang tosses both wings aside and lunges forward.
Both hands are covered in Fire, Lightning, and Wind. Two miniature Firestorms.
Pressing them into the cracks on the shoulder blades he sees The Angel react, desperation obvious in its flailing and clawing at the floor.
"Just stay broken!" Yang commands, rage saturating every word.
At the apex of this attack, The Angel's entire body jolts and it turns, in a last-ditch effort to free itself, spurred on by the sudden searing pain in its back it elbows Yang in the face.
He's sent rolling across the frozen floor until he tumbles to a crouched position. His momentum still carries him for a hundred meters until he digs his fingers into the floor to stop himself. Not taking his eyes off The Angel for a second, brows furrowed and eyes settled into a deep glare.
He sees The Angel rise to its full height, stumbling around confused, looking back over its shoulder to where the wings should be growing back.
Should be...
Yang smiles and laughs, "looks like I figured out how to keep you broken..."
Hearing his words The Angel stops worrying about the wings and turns toward him.
They both charge each other again, and another mad brawl begins.
On the surface, Thalie's group had arrived at Babel Plaza only two minutes after leaving Yang.
Using the tunnel he made from the surface all the way to the safe zone they exited in record time, just before the dungeon sealed itself behind them. It seemed the dungeon wasn't comfortable with such blatant shortcuts to the surface.
Now Thalie was sitting with Welf, Hephaestus, and Tsubaki, as well as Loki's executives and Mikoto at the edge of a four-story building around Babel Plaza. Legs hanging over the side with Hephaestus sitting on a crate behind them, Welf laying on the floor beside her, still extremely tired but refusing to rest until this matter was dealt with.
They are all looking at the Divine Mirrors scattered all above the city and especially around Babel, for all the adventures in the plaza to listen to and see the fight.
While Mikoto was worriedly doting on Thalie trying to constantly inspect the woman, they got caught up to exactly what happened.
"So Welf just fucking made divinity?" Thalie asked. "How does that work?"
"No idea," Welf confesses. "But apparently when you can make divinity the 'feat' requirement to level up goes away, guess who's level-8 now," he chuckles.
The entire Loki familia team groans, and Thalie simply rolls her eyes.
"Stats?" Thalie asked.
"Maxed out," Welf says. "Channel divinity really tests your metal ya know."
"Good, and where the hell is Freya?"
"The roof, of Babel," Hephaestus says. "She's being dramatic, as usual..."
"Shouldn't you also be there lady Hephaestus," Lefiya says. "If you're here and the monster gets to the surface, things could get back."
Nobody outside of Hephaestus's inner circle knew the full truth, but generally speaking, gods and monsters shouldn't be close together. Especially when the god in question disappearing would result in most of the worlds fighting power being removed as their Falna's disappear.
"I don't believe that matters," Riveria says. "Yang clearly has no intention of letting that thing get past him," she gestures to the Divine mirror where they see him tearing the wings off.
"I thought him that," Thalie says proudly.
"To rip off wings?" Gareth questions.
"To be an effective warrior," she scoffs. "He fought like a total pussy before I trained him."
Seeing the knock-down-drag-out brawl unfolding nobody even refutes her claim. But Tione's eyes shift from the Divine Mirror toward the base of Babel, specifically to the massive door leading into the pathway to the dungeon.
The meter-thick Adamantite doors were shut behind the first evacuation team. As planned they wouldn't be opened until aid was being sent down or Thalie's team won.
But they were reduced to slag now, melted into pools on the floor, flowing into the plaza. And not long after that, they were frozen solid.
Even from the edge of the plaza they could feel the biting cold winds and see flecks of snow leaving Babel.
Everything Yang was doing eighteen floors down flowed to the surface, she didn't want to imagine the state of the floors between them and him, melted and frozen back to back.
"Is it safe to be this close to the dungeon entrance?" she asked. Leaning forward to look past Tiona and down the row of adventurers at Finn.
"My thumb isn't aching," he says.
"And if you want a more reliable way of telling," Thalie says. "My Primal Awareness skill isn't warning me of any danger."
"Would that work to protect them?" Welf asks, knowing that skill only really seeks the best interests of Thalie.
She glances at Riveria for a moment before turning back to watch the fight, "yeah it does... and Mikoto is level-1 and it extends to her."
BANG!
As they continue watching the fight a sudden shock rocks Orario.
BANG!
And another, then a couple more, each matching the time of Yang's strong rights into The Angel's face.
"Was that Yang?" Tiona asks, "why wasn't he hitting that hard from the start?"
"He couldn't," Hephaestus says. "Yang gets physically stronger the longer he fights, to a certain point."
"I wish I had that," Gareth sighs. "His skills really make him invincible."
"Close, but not completely," Thalie says. "All you need to do to beat him is take enough of his big magic attacks in quick succession then strike while he's trying to heal and regenerate his magic," she shrugs.
Riveria raises a brow at her, "yes, but since I don't believe anyone aside from potentially you can survive doing that...he's invincible to adventurers."
Thalie shrugs, "not my fault you weaklings can't keep up..."
After ten more minutes of watching the fight, Thalie notices something concerning.
"I think," she narrows her eyes at the Divine Mirror. "I think The Angel is catching up to his physical stats..."
The viewing party becomes tense, the surrounding rooftops were all listening in on their conversations as best they could and suddenly noticed the slight differences.
Yes, it was catching up to Yang, and he noticed too.
After a few rounds of brawling The Angel was no longer on the defensive. Its forearms were littered with small black cracks from his constant abuse. A similar crack on its chin and midsection, as well as where the wings refused to regrow.
It landed countless blows against Yang, but none of the damage stuck, forcing it to continue playing defense.
'Just flinch!' Yang thinks, waiting for an opening, any opening he could get. But the monster was committed to turtling up.
Until it landed one solid counter jab, a massive fist slamming into Yang's left shoulder.
"Hng!" he groans, feeling the pain coursing through him for a moment.
And that was all the confidence The Angel needed. Feeling the physical gap closed enough The Angel struck out again with a left cross.
But the difference in experience and training showed. Against most Yang was the inexperienced fighter, but The Angel was trying to fight him with a weekend course of combat.
He ducked the left cross and stepped into its personal space, his head just under its chest as he reaches up and grabs its chin.
Stepping forward he places a leg between its legs and sweeps an ankle forward out from under it. And in the same moment, his Mage Armor blazes and thrusts them into the floor, him atop The Angel, straddling its chest.
With his right hand grabbing it by where the mouth should be and pressing it into the floor his prosthetic, glowing white, rushes toward The Shard in its chest.
"FUCK!" he cries, both The Angel's hands reacted and grabbed his prosthetic, one by the wrist and the other by the palm, just inches away from The Shard.
Its head tried to push against his right hand but was completely pinned, yet he knew if he let up he'd likely never get an opening like this again.
Both its hands were barely keeping his one hand at bay.
"AHHHHHH!" Yang's flames frame up more and more as he puts his all into pushing forward and clawing out The Shard.
Fear and desperation appear in The Angel's eyes as both its arms are slowly being pushed back.
As his fingers are only five inches away the obsidian floor is once again melting, up to Yang's things are submerged in the lava.
' C'mon, just a bit more!' his eyes are so completely focused on The Shard that he doesn't realize The Angel curled in on itself a bit.
It brings its ankles up behind him to try and wrap around his head and pull him off of it. As its legs lock around him his eyes widen in surprise. His flames rocket him downward more and more to keep him straddling The Angel.
A burst of rage fills him as he feels himself losing the tug-of-war, seeing the distance between his hand and The Shard growing.
"Just die already!" he screams and pulls his hand away. The sudden release of tension surprises The Angel and his hand slips out of its grasp.
Before it can lunge forward a baseball-sized sphere of blue flame condenses in his hands, like a bright shining star.
In a blink, he formed a Sapphire of the Emperor in his palm, and thrust it down toward The Shard.
In the blinding blue flash, while Yang is suddenly falling with The Angel.
On the surface Thalie reacts quickly and grabs Hokori, pointing it toward the entrance to the dungeon and creating a wind tunnel for all the excess heat.
She grits her teeth and focuses her magic, the doorway leading under Babel and into the dungeon melts, and a pillar of air almost a dozen meters wide is directed out of the dungeon and into the horizon.
"And that's why Sapphire of the Emperor is on the 'not near civilization' list," Welf says as Thalie sets down her spear.
Everyone gives him and Thalie strange looks.
Tsubaki rolls her eyes at their ridiculousness, "the fact that you have a 'not near civilization' list is insane."
Thalie shrugs, "the lower floors are all at least ten times larger than Orario, we have more room to go all out down there," she points to the new scene on the Divine Mirror, "kinda like that..."
When the blue light finally cleared up, Yang was flying, still above floor 18, as if nothing happened.
Or at least where floor 18 was...
The Angel was all the way down at floor 29, and between them, absolutely nothing.
Everything from the crystal ceiling of floor 18 to the bedrock of floor 29 was completely annihilated.
A molten glowing red tunnel was carved out in its place along the walls of what would normally be these connecting floors.
The tunnel got wider the deeper it went, and extended for almost four thousand meters, you couldn't even tell where one floor would have started and another would end. And there was no sign of the Water Palace with its massive Great Falls.
The upper floors barely suffered any amount of backlash, at least compared to this. Yang had focused much of the power and heat downward and narrowed it into The Angel, as best he could. The upper floors had melted into one massive layer of rock, but the layers kept the floors from falling into this tunnel.
And at the very bottom of this tunnel, Yang could see The Angel, staggering to its feet, straining his vision sees a single crack spreading from The Shard outward, but it was so thin. And only a few inches long.
'So much power...for that, I either need to go deeper for more space to use my new move or to focus my attacks more...but I need time to make a plan...'
Hovering above The Angel he folds his arms and focuses his magic.
Dozens of pebbles appeared to hover around him, glowing a dull yellow-brown with earth magic as they begin rapidly rotating.
The Angel immediately jumps, aiming to clear the kilometers between them in a single leap, with its particular level-9 stats it could easily accomplish this feat.
But its eyes widen in surprise as dozens of meteors manifested from Yang's magic and grew, until they were fifteen meters wide, glowing with yellow-brown earth magic and spinning like a fastball.
The Angel was forced to block itself with its forearms, instinctively trying to fly away but not having any wings.
the Meteor Swarm rained down with thundering booms, the Divine Mirrors spread the sounds all around the world.
And once again the people witnessed what was previously considered an 'Act of god' type event.
Orario shook for nearly three minutes as he constantly rained down meteors, unrelenting and with surprising accuracy. It only took a few seconds before The Angel was pinned and constantly battered before it could even get up, but by then the force of his onslaught had collapsed floor twenty-nine, and thirty, and thirty-two.
The Angel finally got a chance to pull itself out of the rubble as Yang lost track of it when all those floors collapsed onto it.
Seeing The Angel crawling out of the broken rock Yang smiles, finally realizing what he had to do, understanding the only way to safely output enough power to kill this thing.
His smile shifts into a vicious snarl as he stops the meteors and rockets down.
Seeing him incoming The Angel reacts, in the split second it takes him to hit his top speed and clear the kilometers between them it leaps forward to clash with him in mid-air. Putting all its strength into a haymaker to match Yang's form, his right arm cocked back for a finishing blow as he descends.
As it's in mid-air, however, Yang flies right past it.
CRACK!
The ground shatters behind The Angel. Yang tumbled in mid-air and landed in a deep crouch on his feet, his Mage Armor suddenly gaining another surge in power and moving to entirely focus on his right hand.
Before The Angel can properly react and turn around Yang rockets upward.
"Ascension Rush!" he cries out, right fist delivering an island-destroying punch to The Angel's back.
A blinding blue flash envelops the battlefield as the city above shakes.
Again.
And again.
And again.
"CLEAR THE PLAZA NOW!" Thalie screams, all the adventures either retreat down the connecting streets or leap onto the surrounding buildings.
Thalie stakes her spear into the roof and summons a barrier of wind to separate the surrounding buildings from the plaza, "everyone brace yourse---"
BOOM!
The ground erupts where Yang had previously made the hole to descend.
The dust is instantly blown away by the draft of the attack, massive chunks of stone slam into Thalie's barrier but they thankfully can't break it.
The Angel is tumbling through the air, fifty stories up, half the height of Babel, carried through thousands of meters of bedrock and stone by one single punch.
But... Ascension Rush is called 'rush' for a reason, it's far from one attack.
As The Angel begins to fall to the floor, back into the massive hole now missing from the plaza, a blue blur rockets upward.
All the heat from his magic contained in both his hands now as he connects a left hook, catching The Angel in the face while it was tumbling.
BOOM!
It rockets past the top of Babel in an instant and Yang is in hot pursuit.
Thalie's barrier shatters from the sheer force of that strike, along with every window in Babel which unfortunately was inside the barrier.
In less than one-tenth of a second Yang clears Babel's peak, though when he reached the top he noticed something. Facing the tower when he reached the top he came face to face with Freya, the goddess had a gleeful smile on her face, a glass of wine in her hand as she looks up at The Angel as it helplessly soared above her.
At his speed, she was near frozen in time like the most beautiful statue he'd ever seen.
But he was less than a blur to her as he soared past.
She took a step away from the edge and craned her neck up to look at him.
BOOM!
A few thousand meters above Babel he hits The Angel again, this time it retaliated by striking his fist with its own. A pointless act, it had no leverage without wings while Yang was flying.
BOOM!
A strike to the gut, another ring of fire burst out from his punch to light up the sky, spreading for miles in every direction.
BOOM!
They were now high enough to where the people on this continent and The Far East didn't need a Divine Mirror to see the flickering light from each hit in the night sky.
BOOM!
The thundering cracks were beginning to sound louder, to the surprise of most, Yang no longer had to care about anything around him. He was away from the people and the city. He no longer had to worry about collateral damage or dropping Orario on his head.
BOOM!
A wave of blue flames burned so hotly that from hundreds of kilometers away the people of Orario felt a small wave of heat, as if someone passed a hot cup of water close to their face.
BOOM!
One final crack carried far and wide across this continent and the surrounding few, and when the next strike landed.
Silence...
Yang stopped moving, his flames flickered out, and frost-covered his body. Behind him and The Angel, which was desperately reaching for him but couldn't close the distance, as the world watched.
The entire world was below them, round and beautiful, and they were weightlessly floating above it.
"He went into space..." Welf mutters. "So that really is what's up there," he says, recalling the wonderous things Yang had told them about his people reaching the moon, but even after all they'd been through the smith doubted, it all seemed so...unbelievable.
While The Angel was trying to reach out and grab Yang, the only thing nearby, the frost built up around his body. Space is cold, and had no air. Yang needed air, and no matter what level he reaches, he's still human. The sudden change in the environment overwhelmed him.
Before Welf or Thalie could voice their concerns, Yang's flames flickered to life as a barrier of wind formed around him.
"Gah!" he takes a desperate breath and immediately reels back with his prosthetic to end the battle.
The Angel raises both hands to block and Yang flies forward, creating his own atmosphere to facilitate movement and grab The Angel by the wrist.
"ESCATON---," his is surrounded with blue flames, a swirl of green wind, arcs of purple lighting, yellow-brown fragments of earth, a tendril of water, and is enveloped by a cold white cloud. It all merges together to find a pure and perfect balance, and just like his Elemental when they all work together. It glows bright white, adding to the glow of his prosthetic.
"JUDGMENT!" he cries out and swings at The Angel.
To its credit, The Angel raises both arms to block with its forearms, but the blinding light and deafening sound were just accessories. Accompanying the power of this attack, the attack he copied from his favorite monster, the Elder Dragon that perfected elemental control to create this attack.
The Blazing Black Dragon, Alatreon.
The Angel's forearms shattered like glass. Glowing blue eyes widen in horror as Yang's fist strikes just above the shard, punching through The Angel and nearly exiting its back.
'Mmmm,' Yang grumbles as he pushes more power into his fist.
BOOM!
The night sky literally shakes, he releases so much power and heat that it disturbs the atmosphere and causes the stars to shimmer, then they disappear.
Not because he made them disappear, but because the stars can't be seen when such an intense light is in the sky.
The entire world lit up as if it were mid-day, and everyone could feel the warmth of a hot summer day on their skin, the blinding light cause them to wince as night suddenly became day, and they looked to the Divine Mirrors for an answer.
The entire world stood under their mid-day sun, under their Lightbringer, and waited with bated breath.
And when the Divine Mirrors finally stopped glowing as if they were staring directly at a sun, they saw him.
He hovered above the world, small flickering candle flames dancing across his body.
Patches of burnt skin all across his torso, his entire left hand blistered and burnt black. His Chaos Mark and Elemental Wheel are disabled, taking a heavy and deep breath he looks out at the world below with his left hand held out in a fist.
Closing his eyes he focuses, they couldn't tell, but he was focused on The Shard in his hand.
In the last moment he tore it out of The Angel, and now with it in his hand, he could feel it, no Angel, no mind of its own, just, power, the power he once hand.
Closing his eyes Yang focused, and his prosthetic glowed brightly one last time, "nnngh!" he groans, gritting his teeth, feeling every cell in his body burning for an instant as he absorbed The Shard, sadly without all the accumulated stats The Angel had.
Opening his hand he sees The Shard in the palm of his metal hand, as if it were painted on, not even glowing, just a white spot in the same shape. Releases a deep and satisfying breath he cuts his magic, and lets gravity drag him back down...
As Yang descends to reunite with his new family, unbeknownst to him, at least for another year, someone who would become very important to him was watching, was becoming inspired.
"What was that grandpa?" A young white-haired boy asked, sitting on the porch of a small farmhouse on the other side of the continent with his grandfather, having dinner after a day of working their farm.
The man stroked his white beard -matching his hair- and gave a hearty laugh. "It seems the world has a new great hero, a few if what I'm feeling is right."
The boys eyes widen as he stares into the sky where the night stars were returning, where that brilliant while light came from, all with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, " a real hero," he whispers, a sense of wonder and disbelief gripping his heart.
"I believe so."
"Grandpa grandpa!" he accidentally knocks over his food in the excitement and grabs the old man by the shoulder, "do you think I can be a hero like that, do you think I can meet him and be a hero like that too?!" he asked in one quick breath.
The man froze for a second, then laughed in the boy's face. And just before he got discouraged the man rubbed his head, "no, I know you can be an even better hero, if that's what your heart truly wants."
He looked at his grandfather with a beaming smile, tears in the corner of his eyes, "like in my books? You really think so?"
"Mhm," the man nods, "you'll be the greatest hero of them all Bell..."
STORY COMPLETE---
The epilogue then announcements about my next story will be the next chapter.
I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review or if it's not too much trouble to update any review you made.
I hope this was a decent final battle, 250 chapters and I still struggle with writing fight scenes :(
652,861 words but we made it to the end.
